Rant#2 - Sekluce
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•11 months ago
#R2S where do I start ? to much on my heart. to much on my soul. too much in the dark. it's sounding cliche. it's only the truth. I'm feeling insane. I'm sounding it too. been trying to change. I try to improve. I don't feel enough. see what I pursue and never give up. is the same very things that just see me and run. I'm giving it 2 fucking hundred percent and then catching some shade when I'm needing a lift. like what's there to do? I can't win for losing. i'm always too nice of a guy, but I stand up for me then I'm rude? Nobody be fucking with me, to Sekluce a being. pictures way to vivid for the way their seeing. I just do my thing and let em make believe me. keep my pain to myself, but the angers seething inside. rivaling these mirrors, why? cause I feel? appreciate? divide everything I have for the ones I'd die fore to alleviate what they fight hard. sick of feeling like a problem cause im not a fucking fraid to value life first. but ironically that only makes me writhe worse. feeling alienated because i'm cursed to care way to much, need a burst of air. cause its hurts to breath . i'm just worst for ware. thats just where I'm at. just can't break this spell. of this daze im in. got me set to fail. so I blaze the pen until the ink departs on a journey to try to heal. what would barely scar. but still always bleeds while I fall apart.
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#R2S where do I start ? to much on my heart. to much on my soul. too much in the dark. it's sounding cliche. it's only the truth. I'm feeling insane. I'm sounding it too. been trying to change. I try to improve. I don't feel enough. see what I pursue and never give up. is the same very things that just see me and run. I'm giving it 2 fucking hundred percent and then catching some shade when I'm needing a lift. like what's there to do? I can't win for losing. i'm always too nice of a guy, but I stand up for me then I'm rude? Nobody be fucking with me, to Sekluce a being. pictures way to vivid for the way their seeing. I just do my thing and let em make believe me. keep my pain to myself, but the angers seething inside. rivaling these mirrors, why? cause I feel? appreciate? divide everything I have for the ones I'd die fore to alleviate what they fight hard. sick of feeling like a problem cause im not a fucking fraid to value life first. but ironically that only makes me writhe worse. feeling alienated because i'm cursed to care way to much, need a burst of air. cause its hurts to breath . i'm just worst for ware. thats just where I'm at. just can't break this spell. of this daze im in. got me set to fail. so I blaze the pen until the ink departs on a journey to try to heal. what would barely scar. but still always bleeds while I fall apart.
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