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[182] Privilege
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My small comforting bubble bursts with the onset of responsibility I was walking against the traffic before Now i am the traffic i used to curse I was invisible with no chance of discovery Now i am invisible with no wish to be discovered Still In the comfort of the car The falling rain blurs…
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[181] Mass Hysteria of Truth
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The loneliest thing in the world is to search for the truth in everything and anything. Ask any conscious artist the question, “what is good art?”, and most of them will answer “it’s the pursuit of truth”. No one will ever say “it’s when you get to the truth” because no one ever gets to…
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[180] Present Plight
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Sometimes when the rain comes I ask myself Was i wrong to love you? Is this waning self-confidence worth your little display of affection Is knowing that you are mine only sometimes worth hurting myself all the time? I’m almost close to the answer it lingers in a thought between the past and the future…
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[179] Flashes Before I Died
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This is my thinly veiled autobiography Sirens whirling around me Is this the end people talk about? where your life flashes before you where the moments you hold sacred reminds you of your ignorance towards them This is my thinly veiled autobiography No one is breathing around me It’s the kind of death we wish…
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[178] Even The Clouds Mourn
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Droopy eyes struggle to take in the endless valley of clouds From high above its easy to forget that you live on the ground below I can almost feel the rain on my cheeks Is this what breathing in heaven feels like where you don’t ask for attention neither i feel the need to ask…
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[177] Journey Without A Goal
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The endless days of youth Idealism mixed with rebellion If we could have a name for ourselves We’ll call ourselves a maze Trying to understand the intricacies of the world from our little room Thinking of ourselves as poor but of the urban kind Fighting for causes no one told us to fight for Yet…
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[176] How To Be Successful?
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We’re all excited in the story of the successful. The 1% that have achieved what they imagined. We deny ourselves thinking that we won’t be a part of that 1%, so we don’t listen to the other not so successful 99%. So now we don’t know what not to do. Who tells the story of…
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[175] I See The Cosmos In Your Eyes
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Render me useless and make me forget your smile Let it be a part of our vanishing time and a part of an unsolved puzzle where you & I speak more but understand less The air feels devoid of movement as if it has zoned out looking at the sun the abstraction becoming more and…
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[174] Limbo of Love/Loud Music
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Monday blues with a crippling sickness I wait for Friday night to not hear from you when I’m in the midst of loud music and carefree souls It drowns out my inner voice that calls out your name Eyes closed, swaying bodies and feet moving in this little space Thoughts no longer turn into sentences…
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[173] Winds of Stillness
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Each day seems to last forever A consistent heavy rain to keep you inside You’re scared to love again but you still flirt with time and let the flame burn until it develops into a fire within that reminds you that love is really not your thing
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