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Fear to not in The everyday mundane

  • Aug. 10, 2019, 4:42 p.m.
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Flows like a wave, but it never seems the same, only similar, and familiar but enough to make the hairs stand, on the back of a giant, we riot, we really really felt we were owed, then we were showed that it never is as it may seem, but we still dream cause life ain’t gonna be ignored just because we’re bored and pretending, while we’re sending bad karma out in the ether, bad memories in a cage but I won’t release her, it’s just another day spent in the dark and hiding, chiding everyone with half a smile, I’m blessed with stress, just another obstacle to overcome I guess, this test I feel I’ve already failed but it just keeps coming page after page I’m thumbing, looking for the end I start to skip and look ahead, but it never really ends until your dead, I’m done.


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