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Don't expect to find yourself in others
The only thing you can do is find people you trust to be the way you need them to be
I won't relinquish power
to the forces pulling me against the currents that I've been following
The past has passed so fast I don't even need to see what's unimportant to see
To me
The way I think
And see myself in the world
And to think myself
In a corner because of something I don't control
I don't control the sun
But I trust it will come back
And even if it won't
Well then we all have each other until we die
The warmth of life
Is so much stronger than shitty thoughts in your head
Were not the those shitty things that can keep us in bed
Were not
We won't be what is expected of us
by any one but ourselves
Just stand
Under the sun
And screaming until you can't scream then move the fuck on for yourself
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A Sacred Dagger
01:29
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Desperate for the day to get on with it
Impatiently I'm patient but I'm pacing and pacing...
Making up my mind
I can withhold
Negativity just from moving slow
Classic me I guess I'll probably be fine
Erupting erratically until it seems like I won't be fine
But that's just my way of processing through time
And just before you'd think I'm too far gone
I'll speak my mind and make more sense than I could have thought
I am stronger than the energy influencing me
And I will conquer all that stands in my path
A sacred dagger of thought
A circle cast to protect myself
It's a little bit of me and a little bit of them
And I will conquer all that stands in my path
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Peeling Mask of Paint
03:03
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After bouncing ideas around this drug addled mind, I discarded them
one at a time.
There is a way, out of this but that isn't how I see it now.
The sky begins to brighten
As your eyes begin to widen
But then your face cracked and broke and it shattered on the floor.
Shard after shard, I dispose of the evidence, regardless of the pieces
beneath my skin.
Catharsis then led me to resolution, but then I came to a halt.
A strange darkness begins to envelope
No sound can be heard.
Basking there for years, a peeling mask of paint.
Fading and wearing, revealing the blank metal beneath.
Soon enough this room had changed me
transformed me.
I reverted to a previous underdeveloped state.
Binding me, here and nowhere; a reality, blank and unforeseen.
I think, "This is all because you were ever so inviting."
Fractalizing; becoming what I want to be.
Fractalizing; becoming what I want to be.
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