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Borrowed time and bull**** lines
rehearsing a life with cursed design Looking beyond what is, what will be past the point of invincibility. Falling fumbling failing they stare at the fool who wishes to be invisible here. She cries out to silence, nobody there. In stillness it echoes in endless fear. Borrowed time that someday ends she knows not what became of friends Locked up, shut out, withdrawn and alone you didn't take the time so you wouldn't have known. Empty and silent... to the deaf went her pleas Turned away like an ill-fated disease You sat there saying it was all in her head. "It's life" was all anyone said. It's life. It's life. that's all they could say. Well **** it. I'm done living this way. -jm |
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thats really good. i like it!
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excellent. |
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nice
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