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PUSHED
I open my eyes to a similar day-rushed forward by the click, hiss, click of a torch- igniting the inspirational set ablaze from somewhere deep inside- melting into a haze that's inhaled- catapulting us into the fast lane, once more giving birth to comfortable addictions that are occasionally a required way of life- not a regret to be discussed anonymously- leaving mouths watering and idle hands shaking for the sake of seeking a more acceptable reality- that some hang themselves for in the midst of a moral inventory....
And yet again, a door slams shut and one more opens-
Releasing another fiend in the making- who has precious dreams that are waiting to be crushed by the way things REALLY are...consumed with a listing hunger for the unknown, even before it has been defined. Sold on the simple ideas of innocence and religion--- steadily making love to those speedy heroines of temptation.
And yet again, a door slams shut and one more opens-
Releasing another fiend in the making- who has precious dreams that are waiting to be crushed by the way things REALLY are...consumed with a listing hunger for the unknown, even before it has been defined. Sold on the simple ideas of innocence and religion--- steadily making love to those speedy heroines of temptation.
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