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The greatest skill I've attained Is convincing people I'm okay. It's a peculiar feeling I surely sense I'm beginning to fray Life is a disease I self-medicate with drugs and alcohol Taunted by the constant reminder that We are not special Just another reason to Retreat further into one’s self Making a more secure asylum For what comes back from where I delve I was confident in my sadness Given it's my only talent Others saw it as Melancholy Madness With it I felt twisted and gallant Living in the narcissistic megalomania state From vitriol there's no solace A fluid everlasting berate Every utterance drenched in malice This is my everyday It's not pretty but it's home Is it truely better to burn out or fade away? Anyway I'm used to being alone
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 7:13 AM UTC
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The greatest skill I've attained Is convincing people I'm okay. It's a peculiar feeling I surely sense I'm beginning to fray Life is a disease I self-medicate with drugs and alcohol Taunted by the constant reminder that We are not special Just another reason to Retreat further into one’s self Making a more secure asylum For what comes back from where I delve I was confident in my sadness Given it's my only talent Others saw it as Melancholy Madness With it I felt twisted and gallant Living in the narcissistic megalomania state From vitriol there's no solace A fluid everlasting berate Every utterance drenched in malice This is my everyday It's not pretty but it's home Is it truely better to burn out or fade away? Anyway I'm used to being alone
Tyler-Cobain
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 7:13 AM UTC
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