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Pride is a must, essential to guard The Soul Within you claim your own. Vanity, a replacement, an alter ego To depend and rely prior The True Self is known. You are compelled to construct a man made core to revolt Around to contain your thoughts, your feelings or else— your heart shall rust. Then living will no longer be possible for you, are blinded. You can't see, you cannot seek yourself in your fear. Confined and so you had to pretend to put up a facade, a mask a tent. Untaught of the fickle you must believe in the dark, the unknown, mysterious Shadow.
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 2:04 AM UTC
The Echo of the Ego
Pride is a must, essential to guard The Soul Within you claim your own. Vanity, a replacement, an alter ego To depend and rely prior The True Self is known. You are compelled to construct a man made core to revolt Around to contain your thoughts, your feelings or else— your heart shall rust. Then living will no longer be possible for you, are blinded. You can't see, you cannot seek yourself in your fear. Confined and so you had to pretend to put up a facade, a mask a tent. Untaught of the fickle you must believe in the dark, the unknown, mysterious Shadow.
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 2:04 AM UTC
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