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The future is an unpredictable at best, Never tired of feasting on my nerves. My untitled foe continuing my misery, Making me feel less and less human The only comfort coming from the trees Offering me a taste of their freedom. By the view of their branches. Tasting freedom is lonely. And I can't hardly handle being alone this long Convinced I am worth only pennies. But the space between my ears is full of ideas. And this is simply a window to view them Thoughts for a penny, As my worth degrades.
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Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
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The future is an unpredictable at best, Never tired of feasting on my nerves. My untitled foe continuing my misery, Making me feel less and less human The only comfort coming from the trees Offering me a taste of their freedom. By the view of their branches. Tasting freedom is lonely. And I can't hardly handle being alone this long Convinced I am worth only pennies. But the space between my ears is full of ideas. And this is simply a window to view them Thoughts for a penny, As my worth degrades.
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Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
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