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Far away, I hear the sounds a stampede of footsteps rushing off into another phase One day lost, another one to be Hoping for a world of eternity caring for the things everyone's dropped aging into oblivion, hardening into rock one job, two job, three job, and four plus several more pitiful memories and a future that's bleak feeling sorry and needing mercy A prisoner, a slave, and nothing more forced to endure this timing cold made to bicker, chosen to be just another old thing Missing it, that very it to make a home, a nest, an adobe hut impulsive, yes, but shallow, no scarred by time, yes, biased, no Conceited, prideful, and not careful loud, very proud, without a doubt candid, poetic, confused, a liar pathological, cunning, deceiving, evil anything bile, nothing close to angelic a drug, a drug, and some luck To pull this day into a better day even though the odds are in very many odds, oh yes, so many odds made to ponder, made to doubt or flounder with a tiny pill, capsuled with orange and yellow forced to swallow, forced to appreciate At least, I said how I feel
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Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
On a Drug
Far away, I hear the sounds a stampede of footsteps rushing off into another phase One day lost, another one to be Hoping for a world of eternity caring for the things everyone's dropped aging into oblivion, hardening into rock one job, two job, three job, and four plus several more pitiful memories and a future that's bleak feeling sorry and needing mercy A prisoner, a slave, and nothing more forced to endure this timing cold made to bicker, chosen to be just another old thing Missing it, that very it to make a home, a nest, an adobe hut impulsive, yes, but shallow, no scarred by time, yes, biased, no Conceited, prideful, and not careful loud, very proud, without a doubt candid, poetic, confused, a liar pathological, cunning, deceiving, evil anything bile, nothing close to angelic a drug, a drug, and some luck To pull this day into a better day even though the odds are in very many odds, oh yes, so many odds made to ponder, made to doubt or flounder with a tiny pill, capsuled with orange and yellow forced to swallow, forced to appreciate At least, I said how I feel
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Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
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