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I can write out the sounds,      prepositions and nouns           that would help us to better relate, but I can't stand to keep      all these things in the deep,           so allow me to pontificate. I have wrings on my hands,      broken bones in my tongue.           I have methods of making me sane. But this madness escapes      when my feeling berates           sensibilities trapped in my brain. I feel stupid and foolish,      unsightly and ghoulish,           like I'm breaking my back as I walk. I have whispers and sighs      just in back of my eyes           cause I can't stand to hear myself talk. There are reasons and doubts      that I can't live without,           and my mind's a marina of stone where excuses abound,      and you won't hear a sound           cause in here, you're completely alone. I have struggled and sought      to direct where I walk           so my steps stray away from this place. But with each passing day,      I examine the way           that I'm losing the whole human race. I'll escape with my pride,      and my veins open wide -           even then, only once in a while - just to trip down the street,      keeping quick on my feet,           holding fast to my Cheshire smile.
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC
Cheshire
I can write out the sounds,      prepositions and nouns           that would help us to better relate, but I can't stand to keep      all these things in the deep,           so allow me to pontificate. I have wrings on my hands,      broken bones in my tongue.           I have methods of making me sane. But this madness escapes      when my feeling berates           sensibilities trapped in my brain. I feel stupid and foolish,      unsightly and ghoulish,           like I'm breaking my back as I walk. I have whispers and sighs      just in back of my eyes           cause I can't stand to hear myself talk. There are reasons and doubts      that I can't live without,           and my mind's a marina of stone where excuses abound,      and you won't hear a sound           cause in here, you're completely alone. I have struggled and sought      to direct where I walk           so my steps stray away from this place. But with each passing day,      I examine the way           that I'm losing the whole human race. I'll escape with my pride,      and my veins open wide -           even then, only once in a while - just to trip down the street,      keeping quick on my feet,           holding fast to my Cheshire smile.
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC
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