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Me
Toes dug into ash of what I've burned
All i ever asked was for my turn
dedicated to my own morality
then life fines me
untempted inside my hollow ground
redemption nowhere to be found
i am unjustified to breathe
yet death does not find me
attempted every good that i can do
stricken by yet another loss come true
here i sit full of empty
being open seems so binding
tying up my time will stranded rope
buying my time, stranded alone
third eye slashed, insight blinding
it's in the dark i feel i find me
All i ever asked was for my turn
dedicated to my own morality
then life fines me
untempted inside my hollow ground
redemption nowhere to be found
i am unjustified to breathe
yet death does not find me
attempted every good that i can do
stricken by yet another loss come true
here i sit full of empty
being open seems so binding
tying up my time will stranded rope
buying my time, stranded alone
third eye slashed, insight blinding
it's in the dark i feel i find me
Published 14th Jul 2020
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14th Jul 2020 10:26am
15th Jul 2020 4:16am
Thanks man.
It's an odd feeling. Hard to pinpoint and express, yeah? Like accepting depression knowing it's completely detrimental to do so, yet liberating to accept yourself at the same time. Which kind of lifts spirits simultaneously. Idk.
It's an odd feeling. Hard to pinpoint and express, yeah? Like accepting depression knowing it's completely detrimental to do so, yet liberating to accept yourself at the same time. Which kind of lifts spirits simultaneously. Idk.
