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makes no sense Praying on minds brought by distress a witness over views these falling times making contracts with promises of being... to hold the rope across the sky and walk it and the power always rolls away at your ankles. The faith of lasting out the lashing out completely not finishing the taste of despair and watching the chord take everything away... why is this just another seaming insecurity? Paved by electricity made by slums in society carving the craving for a continuos personality the side walk of simulation winding into sub-stations the provider a procurer of profitless names faceless and with out an address to grow up... and it found the drain to plastic frames. Sculpting self on shelves of seperation and stuck on the wheel upside down bringing the view to hold your wrists always breaking away at the core of the blade leaving the feeling running down finger tips and dripping on to the lives in similie to yours a metaphor for all who never wanted to go on. I wish I could make this all make sense and I wish the names of the world could roll down my throat and to my chest and come back out in an order that makes sense! |
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