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#dogmatic
In a wordy battle with trivial dogmatic mentalities , I win by sandwiching my perspectives between my upper lip tubercle and lower lip tubercle.
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Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 7:37 PM UTC
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Truth will always win though the arrogant seem tall. The man who says there is no cliff will be the first to fall.
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Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 5:43 PM UTC
Absurd
The mirrors whisper secrets Little tidbits of advice Reflections of a washed up zealot Being optimistic to pull me from this ever-clenching vice Torn, tattered, broken, battered Claimed exaggeration from these hushed murmurs Self destruction evident, nothing really matters Tugging on my mind; the zealot’s cheery sermons “Happiness is key And the key is universal...” But no one ever thinks to be Something ultimately omniversal A tool to be used constantly for general amusement A tool to be ignored when no longer needed A tool to be picked for sadistic abusement A tool to be deluded, guilted, always twisting to the greeded And like the calm before the inevitable storm The tool dances to the tunes the varied user creates Suicidal pursuit nightly, heart never warmed or warned Staring back at the zealot is me; whispering dogmatic secrets of self-hatred.
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Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 6:35 AM UTC
Mirrors