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My same old stuff really I suppose...
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I can see the end coming-my life has flashed before my eyes,
And I know that it wasn’t worth living.
I fell away from the world, and thoug..
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I had a story I was gonna work into a novel, trying something a little different-more science fiction like. But I just ran out of gas for it and didn..
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I don't like the media sometimes. Blah.
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Desire is a double
edged sword, ambition is folly,
And we've been buried
with brimstone and holly.
For every action
there is an equal, opposi..
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The dream dissipates, and a simple state of conscious remains,a vessel of empty ideology and cynic's ambitions entrapped,confined to skin and bones, a..
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You f*****g useless drunk.
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The air is toxin for the bulls and the oxen,
cattle slaughtered by psychology.
Introverted soliloquy, complication of our own annihilation,
Sel..
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A single cell animated through organisms,
festering into many, the peak of innocence.
Conceived through flesh walls of prisms,
edifying life of w..
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The world is ending,
doom is impending,
and yet the flowers still blossom.
innocence is dying,
earth itself is crying,
and yet the flowers still ..
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