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Definition unbound, words are concieved into this carriage and babied. Did they grow and leave me, did maturity obscure my childhood from me, afraid of my tainting nature as an adult? Why cant we hold onto it and protect it for our own. Why does the child seclude itself at our own disgression, we induce this behavior. Playing hide and seek with yourself, yet you cant find all that is lacking.. Maybe your lost as this form you speak of.. maybe you need to mature.. where?
There is no conclusion, its only denied, seeking this is only gratifying the greif of this emotion and its predecessors; depression. Put that child in a wheelchair, restrained, and let me look at him one last time, let me analyze him in all the analyzation that has made me lose him. Screw this routine developed by idealogies and safe procedure. Option is explored by danger, by distance giving slack to a small bag of preservance. Can i have my bag back please? FUCK YOU, i want it back. Back off, ill get it back on my own..
I would tell them to go away... but.. but this bond is too strong.. People believe in me, she believes in me. She makes me cry in tears of joy and in happiness, i couldnt lose this grip, regardless of how slippery from all the tears. Who says that havnt formed a bond of security and trust? Living in a metaphore together, a metaphore we created. Only we understand, this is home for me. I love her. She went to the doctor, i am happy. I cant lose while im with her.
There is no conclusion, its only denied, seeking this is only gratifying the greif of this emotion and its predecessors; depression. Put that child in a wheelchair, restrained, and let me look at him one last time, let me analyze him in all the analyzation that has made me lose him. Screw this routine developed by idealogies and safe procedure. Option is explored by danger, by distance giving slack to a small bag of preservance. Can i have my bag back please? FUCK YOU, i want it back. Back off, ill get it back on my own..
I would tell them to go away... but.. but this bond is too strong.. People believe in me, she believes in me. She makes me cry in tears of joy and in happiness, i couldnt lose this grip, regardless of how slippery from all the tears. Who says that havnt formed a bond of security and trust? Living in a metaphore together, a metaphore we created. Only we understand, this is home for me. I love her. She went to the doctor, i am happy. I cant lose while im with her.