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I'm so glad that I don't gotta worry about no one but me. something rang in my mind came to find, soon you'll see that I just don't got the time to rewind to recognize the trace of another nostalgic smell when the sun through the window heats my flesh, all I know is it's morning. the lonesome rising feels heavy starting the day ready to shut down closing you out removing all doubt that this confidence will only commence while communicating without speech, without sound. the words once spoken retreated, too often, repeated. misconstrued and misconducted no more pieces, reconstructed. verbalization once was key yet now it's plain and clear to see actions speak volumes, heights in which words will never reach. no more explaining, I'm sick of the preaching the controlling confuse for teaching. words are a tool best used to enhance or clarify any given situation. I'm so glad that I don't gotta worry about no one but me. Keep myself safe in my head, empty bed, no more dread. Today, I'm no more alive than I am dead.
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC
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I'm so glad that I don't gotta worry about no one but me. something rang in my mind came to find, soon you'll see that I just don't got the time to rewind to recognize the trace of another nostalgic smell when the sun through the window heats my flesh, all I know is it's morning. the lonesome rising feels heavy starting the day ready to shut down closing you out removing all doubt that this confidence will only commence while communicating without speech, without sound. the words once spoken retreated, too often, repeated. misconstrued and misconducted no more pieces, reconstructed. verbalization once was key yet now it's plain and clear to see actions speak volumes, heights in which words will never reach. no more explaining, I'm sick of the preaching the controlling confuse for teaching. words are a tool best used to enhance or clarify any given situation. I'm so glad that I don't gotta worry about no one but me. Keep myself safe in my head, empty bed, no more dread. Today, I'm no more alive than I am dead.
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC
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