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#extraneous
I am completely fascinated by humans: their behavior their emotions their desires their needs or at least what they believe to be their needs So fragile and vulnerable filled with doubt weighed down by insecurities finding joy in the unexpected always surprised by their own accomplishments struggling with experiences they thought would be easier but miraculously solving problems finding ways to get by making it through another day My nights are often filled with lucid dreams where the whole of humanity is contained within a zoo They are the rare and exotic creatures I came to admire ...but I feel like a human impostor A sense of paranoia begins to seep in like the ominous heaviness you feel before a dream becomes a nightmare I feel as if they've always known I am not one of them They've known since the day I was born They've just been playing along until someday when my suspicions of self will be confirmed Maybe that's what death is - the big reveal Maybe this is how every human feels Maybe I am human after all I hope I am
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 8:31 PM UTC
Extraneous
I had lost sight of myself, probably more than a little, and now I'm having to fight to get myself back again. It's not easy finding out which aspects are extraneous, and it's a terribly sad process, cutting out parts of yourself. But the process is necessary to pare it down to the true individual within. So it's been a mad method of drunken nights and evenings brimming with tears that have propelled me along. But with each drop of alcohol down my throat my mind clears up a bit. And with each drop of a tear down my cheek my vision is a little less blurred. I had lost sight of myself a little, but I'm gaining ground every day on who I'm really meant to be.
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
Paring
Pretending it's not enough None is able to deceive all these ghosts They banalize your smiles but They banalize your tears And I wasn't born empathic Identifying your thoughts with strong words But you're still incomplete None knows this feeling, I guess Find the way Can anyone tell me how can it be so hard, now The way out gets weaker Gets extraneous Can't be enough anymore Can't stand still Can't wait all the time Can't fight it all away
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
Ghosts