When I questioned ; they stopped telling…
When I resisted , they started hiding.
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I'll bet he’s great
That guy she talks about
And he's got everything
That I have to live without
He better hold her tight
Give her all his love
Look in those beautiful eyes
And know he's lucky '
Excerpt II :
Its not that I was promised something.
It was too young.
In the process of observation ..you forget reflection…of self.
Thank you…..world…I retreat.
Excerpt III :
Sometimes when you think you are a connoisseur ,
you are actually not…..
Your presumptuousness can only betray you.
Much like it always has….
People , expectations.
Expectations, people.
Ruin, ruin.
Im not a pessimist , Im not a misanthrope …Im not even a sadist…I was just wrong.
Im just amused at how I am terribly wrong everytime.
Its kind of funny when you think you can see people ; but actually your vision is too clouded…
I thought we connected, its funny , guess only I did to something that didn’t exist.
A castle of dreams on a foundation of smoke .
Smoking coming out…
From scarred memories,
From rotten beliefs…
From burnt thoughts.
They say I revel in misery..overtake me then dear misery…I would like to drown.
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