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there are always too many regrets and faces in a city to take the time to focus on one. let the others fall into oblivion and pick out that one and lift it up. there was a discussion over a white-clothed table once of building empires. most fall, but the majority are around to see them rise in splendor. it takes will to build even if in the solution it's an ideal waste of time unverified, unjustified. i never asked you to be religious but i know there was a part of you that would have been.
can the world ever stop you from wanting? even being negligent the answer is no. the world might be able to stop you from feeling, that's if you let yourself. look at me and say i'd know above all and you'd be right. there's always more, stop and tell me of one time that there was not.
with a larger than life headache, a burning coffee, books, and words, the only answers you have known to seek to find lie there. the morning is your leastly apparent omnipresent friend because it never fails to breed disappoint in a line of continuity. ancestral traces of defined and loosely-laced principles still flow through your veins and it's a primarity. there are things that can always be stopped but throughout history yourself has been the exception.
i was sitting here thinking you were foolish while you were sitting over there thinking i was stupid. call it even this time. change isn't automatic and regret cannot be forced if we spend weeks trying to allow it. there are too many words now that some might term as profane or hurtful. i was nearly called a jackass last night because i'm 'selfish' and individual in situation should have come out and said it. i'm feeling diabolical, maybe to piss you off more.
can the world ever stop you from wanting? even being negligent the answer is no. the world might be able to stop you from feeling, that's if you let yourself. look at me and say i'd know above all and you'd be right. there's always more, stop and tell me of one time that there was not.
with a larger than life headache, a burning coffee, books, and words, the only answers you have known to seek to find lie there. the morning is your leastly apparent omnipresent friend because it never fails to breed disappoint in a line of continuity. ancestral traces of defined and loosely-laced principles still flow through your veins and it's a primarity. there are things that can always be stopped but throughout history yourself has been the exception.
i was sitting here thinking you were foolish while you were sitting over there thinking i was stupid. call it even this time. change isn't automatic and regret cannot be forced if we spend weeks trying to allow it. there are too many words now that some might term as profane or hurtful. i was nearly called a jackass last night because i'm 'selfish' and individual in situation should have come out and said it. i'm feeling diabolical, maybe to piss you off more.