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How did this all start
when does this story begin
when did I notice that the cycles applied to friends?
We live in this wheel where every artist says it’s different
and Dylan said there was too much, I found that to be repugnant.
They pour their heart and soul to form these pieces
saying this generation is the one to be different from the reese’s
Yeah it’s all different colors, but the taste is the same
the ingredients are a bit mixed, and you’ve got a unique name.
Like Hex and Ocerak, that’s pretty creative, and then that cycle passed so what do I name it?
They say you’ll highlight the glory days of the past,
but unlike Sally Jupiter I won’t echo the phrase her shadows cast.
and how many times will it happen, I hope it never ends. I always used to wonder how someone could end up with no friends.
I reach out to call them, maybe moreso in my head, but I know I want to keep some till the day I end up dead.
I hope these feelings aren’t alien I hope they’re not unique,
I hope that everyone in the world has thought about it for weeks.
Maybe it’s paranoia, maybe it’s the sense of destroyers,
doing it the same way hard drives do, to think in 5 days I’ll be able to tell you about the soya.
By the time I’m done writing this it’ll be four,
and here I am wondering what these college classes are for.
I hope you don’t like it, I hope you can critique, because I’m sick of these hollows making me feel meek.
I’m not even a rabbit, turns out I’m an ox, but these days pieces of paper aren’t so accurate so I guess I’m locked.
Went too personal there I know, it’s just writings my new drug so I figured I’d let it show.
Past cycles keep asking me if I’m alright, say I seem anxious, cynical and-
no.
Truth is this my way of keeping my demons in check, every couple of days I take a break and reflect,
these cards I’m dealt with, I’m stuck with them, there’s no re-spec
I’m just trying to do my best with my load-out, so please just respect.

July 3rd, 2016 11:48pm

meh #1
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Amelia Vitrica
I write, I die.

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