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I'm made of broken bones, intricate schemes, bang my head about dreams I never had the time to dream. I'm moving while being stuck, I'm the nuttiest rotten nut, get my head away with a six packs in my one pack, like Pacman the leaderboard's my crack, my mind trapped in a one-too-many bedrooms flat, I find the time to fly away from broken expectations, dream about vacation from my self-amputation, raging frustration running through my veins, I look calm, but I'm about to blow this up, I have no future, hand with no palm, soul been ****** I move away from the crowd, I'ma just observe, It's a scene I've already seen, nothing's ever my concern. I'm in the quiet and I appreciate the sound, it's the noise of all that I lost, and the big nothing that I've found.
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May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC
Broken
I'm made of broken bones, intricate schemes, bang my head about dreams I never had the time to dream. I'm moving while being stuck, I'm the nuttiest rotten nut, get my head away with a six packs in my one pack, like Pacman the leaderboard's my crack, my mind trapped in a one-too-many bedrooms flat, I find the time to fly away from broken expectations, dream about vacation from my self-amputation, raging frustration running through my veins, I look calm, but I'm about to blow this up, I have no future, hand with no palm, soul been ****** I move away from the crowd, I'ma just observe, It's a scene I've already seen, nothing's ever my concern. I'm in the quiet and I appreciate the sound, it's the noise of all that I lost, and the big nothing that I've found.
minddiver
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May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC
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