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#sadbutnecessary
Help me, help me... Who am I talking to? I need help can't you see What do I expect someone to do? The hunters are camouflaged Lonely as a mallard I could try fly Hoping to avoid their eye Or I could just walk Then maybe they won't talk Talk about me And what they think they know This mallard can't fly The pity of its lifeless body Would, in its grave, make it roll It would be brave to fly And Avoid the barrage of bullets But how could it try When that could be it's life Although The mallard is not afraid to die He can't bare the thought of the pity For to fly and die Is many a mallards life But to fly, die and feel the pity from a watchers eye As it lies there Incapable of showing it's ability to fight Is a death of its soul Not just it's life
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Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC
Open Season
Late for everything, Awkward by choice, Zealous for nothing, Yet always tired LAZY I really wish I wasn’t like this But I don’t really have a say of any kind Personally i think its because of depression It’s like a crippling crutch for my mind I try to work hard, I really do I know that it seems like i don’t But you don’t know what I’m going through Getting tired of being tired Waiting for some inspiration to come my way But if some never comes Then, “Oh well” is all I can say Lethargy is something I have And it admittedly it’s getting pretty bad Zebra, zebra, zebra Yes, you just witnessed it first-hand LAZY…
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Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC
LAZY