criticism in a cryptic form
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shazzam Motor Baby Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 966 | from the depths of your very own hell, you've found an excuse to be shallow while you're busy staying skinny and i'm still not making any money you can't stand up and tell me that you can't recall having impurities and waiting for the sun at dawn peaking over another unforgiving horizon making you feel like shit while burning your eyes and grooving to the mood of failure im sure to say that i dont get half of what you've seen but i know you don't remember any of the monsters you've been i'd rather think about how it was for you before when you were boundless in walk, when living was free when every night included wakeless sleep when you were unfamiliar to the 4 AM's, the debt payments and making rent for your basement suite Hello, My Name Is: Who pinned this label upon my chest Am I really sick? There's no one but me, then her. And again, she fills my mouth with words I'm a human, but I don't have it good Go find them on your own You must create it within yourself, And without material help While you're sane and beautiful With the youth you hold onto The pages boiling over with ink None of it I've written At least I don't remember this But yet it's in my script A Short: The first time I opened my eyes, I fell hard on my knees In love with everyone I've ever known Taking in everything I've been shown Metamorphisis in the most brilliant of emphasis But throughout, I can't help but find beauty in those who feel so truly On the long way down, I'm hoping you'll be kind enough To realise I'm someone too And maybe your finger will point me out to them Define me, I believe in you To realise I'm someone too From what I could recall, it was all very text book Written by the greatest authors Eventually selling for a cheap dollar Starting with a legendary meet-cute but fizzling into a neutral mute But you know, I couldn't feel any more indffierent for another minute Two: Sometimes I press my hand to the bed covers Grasping for a warmth, supposedly ever present But you left me empty handed, and I took it for granted Because I couldn't imagine you out of view I'd always seen myself in a group of two I've never fathomed facing a hollow household Or taking on everything without you Because I'm always two I Forgot About Swine Flu For Like, Thirty Minutes: Feast your eyes, the first fatality you have seen And the black rain came down in thick black streams The contaminated pools still come up in my dreams Don't rely on the promising because it will be the last thing To shorten the agony of the war Across the world, jubilation and greatest pride But no eyes take in the cities that died I'm numb to this, of course Only filled with the greatest of remorse But in opposition, I will deny such experiments Only in hindsight will there be a treatment What's The Craziest Thing You've Seen On The Job? They're who stand, I can't stand them You're aware this can't happen again If I'm face down, it was probably my choice Through a kind of ominous joy, It was the worst feeling And the worth of dealing, the price tag read too much At the end of each letter, you've signed each one As if you were afraid I'd forget your name And as if I'd forget what happened today He's One of Those Guys You Don't Expect To Be Gay Because He Has a Beard: Just a moving simple gesture, Keeping your side of the bed open, Because you've known that through my words, I've only been saying that I'm hoping Maybe you'd be gracious to accept second-best All unless you can't excuse the mess Then it's fine While I'm able to shut off and out Quiet the noise and take in the light It's hard to ignore what's etched Even if I started, it's not what I like And I can't help but to notice the effect it left What I got off my chest wasn't to be said yet But we're still fine Strawberry Quik: The texts stack high. The clutter is art, I'm different. Leave me alone, I've made a life of my own I am superior, it's gone to my head Before it left. Genius, if you will A pervert with depression, Intelligence in recession God's put me on a mission Don't try to understand, the content is irrelevant If I'd waste the pen, it's not on a friend Yeah, you'll give me your thoughts, It's not what I want You've got it wrong It's just a song |
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