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INUNDATED
Flooded. Tumbling ‘round like the dull rock you think you are.
You are a paperweight.
Pressing down in your corner of the earth.
What is the impression that you leave?
Keep crashing down the river.
Allow the difficulties to hurt as pieces of you are being RUBBED GROUND SCRAPED BROKEN ERODED off of yourself.
Seriously, FRAGMENTS of things you THINK you need.
Pebbles of what SOCIETY guides you by are just that,
PEBBLES.
Toss them BACK into the bed of the stream.
It’s the dream to transcend the mundane.
Notoriety, even fame? NO. Not the goal.
Could be a part of thee visione, pero like el MISSION
Is to help a few more people just do a few more things.
Bring it back to the metaphor.
Bring it back to where we were before.
And to be taken FOR anything else is just crazy.
You are a paperweight.
Pressing down in your corner of the earth.
What is the impression that you leave?
Keep crashing down the river.
Allow the difficulties to hurt as pieces of you are being RUBBED GROUND SCRAPED BROKEN ERODED off of yourself.
Seriously, FRAGMENTS of things you THINK you need.
Pebbles of what SOCIETY guides you by are just that,
PEBBLES.
Toss them BACK into the bed of the stream.
It’s the dream to transcend the mundane.
Notoriety, even fame? NO. Not the goal.
Could be a part of thee visione, pero like el MISSION
Is to help a few more people just do a few more things.
Bring it back to the metaphor.
Bring it back to where we were before.
And to be taken FOR anything else is just crazy.
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