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y i k e s Mar 2016
rolling down the hill
mixing blood and dirt

remembering once was
remembering what everything i thought, never was

rolling down the hill
mixing blood and dirt

kissing my knuckles
putting stickers on my wounds

rolling down the hill
mixing blood and dirt

saying goodbye on a stained paper
leaving it on the bedside, under a bottle of cough syrup
y i k e s Feb 2016
Do you form your own opinions?
Are you your own person?

Or are you a robot?

Conditioned to believe the beliefs of your makers?

Do you always believe what you're told to believe?

Or are you your own person?
With your own opinions?
Inspired by John Stuart Mill's piece titled On Liberty
y i k e s Feb 2016
The sweet sensation that I craved.

The sweet sensation that I missed.

The sweet sensation that brought relief

The sweet sensation that I might keep
y i k e s Feb 2016
do you tell yourself the lies you tell me?

do you fill your head with lies,

just like you did to me?
y i k e s Feb 2016
We all have goals in life

                         get rich
                         move out of your birth place
                         travel the world
                         fall in love

But how tragic is it that we die on our death beds, remembering the times when we were happy

Yet in that moment, never appreciating it because we were complaining  about what else we could be doing
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