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Persuaded by wonton doubt While wanting to live again Inebreation, a deadly device Sure I can sit in solitude But only in the past... It is gone like betrayed comradyery How it was so indigenous to my species But now is so lost upon different faces Tonight my friend said How come the weirdest things Happen to you ? It made me more sad How it was a question But yet one without an answer Except Me My brains not scattered on the wall Just because im special. And i have friends How selfish right? Oh well i guess we all have a right to live God given? Sure. Right to the pursuit of happiness? I persistantly sure as **** Hope to god thats true Oh well All is biding in due time Will happiness come from pen strokes? Or the stamping of pitter pattering letters? All I knows is that it will come from my hands Even tho the only way i relieve tension From soul and body Is by screaming or singing out the hole In the front my peripherals? Hobby? Maybe Calling of an egotistical standing Singing for myself feels more becoming Sea ore, I am vain and think I am an omnificent Creator Of my own happiness Decider of my own destiny Defeat
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Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 6:07 AM UTC
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Persuaded by wonton doubt While wanting to live again Inebreation, a deadly device Sure I can sit in solitude But only in the past... It is gone like betrayed comradyery How it was so indigenous to my species But now is so lost upon different faces Tonight my friend said How come the weirdest things Happen to you ? It made me more sad How it was a question But yet one without an answer Except Me My brains not scattered on the wall Just because im special. And i have friends How selfish right? Oh well i guess we all have a right to live God given? Sure. Right to the pursuit of happiness? I persistantly sure as **** Hope to god thats true Oh well All is biding in due time Will happiness come from pen strokes? Or the stamping of pitter pattering letters? All I knows is that it will come from my hands Even tho the only way i relieve tension From soul and body Is by screaming or singing out the hole In the front my peripherals? Hobby? Maybe Calling of an egotistical standing Singing for myself feels more becoming Sea ore, I am vain and think I am an omnificent Creator Of my own happiness Decider of my own destiny Defeat
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Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 6:07 AM UTC
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