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All Grown up
Flimsy dust,
Penetrates my horizon,
Floats across
My thinking,
Lost days,
Of nothingness
Acceptance,
Dilutes,
Internal dreams
Summer is gone
Everything turns
To squelchy muck
Of pointless wisdom
Delusional freedom
Enslavement,
Pay your
Fuckng bills
Empty pocket,
Glory,
Shackled to modernity,
I hate it.
Penetrates my horizon,
Floats across
My thinking,
Lost days,
Of nothingness
Acceptance,
Dilutes,
Internal dreams
Summer is gone
Everything turns
To squelchy muck
Of pointless wisdom
Delusional freedom
Enslavement,
Pay your
Fuckng bills
Empty pocket,
Glory,
Shackled to modernity,
I hate it.
Published 31st Jul 2016
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Anonymous
31st Jul 2016 11:51pm
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1st Aug 2016 8:56pm
'Shackled to modernity,
I hate it. '
Aint we all! - I really loved this one. I could actually feel the frustration :-)
I hate it. '
Aint we all! - I really loved this one. I could actually feel the frustration :-)
