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Penetrating deeply into a heart much colder, Gone is the time for need of a comforting shoulder. Sympathy and caring far less then genuine, To the realization, you are not a patient of mine. Seen as a sight of angelic manifestation, While truly a heathen of antagonistic isolation. A heart that bleeds for others without a witness, But trying to shrink your head was merely witless. Trying to fix aspects that I felt were broken, Only to see they were merely ways of coping. With problems that inflect both of us the same, What I view is my own scope, is not always that insane. So I see what I see, and I feel like a **** heel, But one does not always find the need that they feel.
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Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
Beholder in the eye...
Penetrating deeply into a heart much colder, Gone is the time for need of a comforting shoulder. Sympathy and caring far less then genuine, To the realization, you are not a patient of mine. Seen as a sight of angelic manifestation, While truly a heathen of antagonistic isolation. A heart that bleeds for others without a witness, But trying to shrink your head was merely witless. Trying to fix aspects that I felt were broken, Only to see they were merely ways of coping. With problems that inflect both of us the same, What I view is my own scope, is not always that insane. So I see what I see, and I feel like a **** heel, But one does not always find the need that they feel.
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Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
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