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There's the dream the rush these grey eyes slip into an ocean bury them in sand
I don't have a choice, remember, at least this mistake will change things i know in the back of my mind its wrong its temporary its to distract me pull me out of this desert. remember the days when we didn't give a fuck, but all the days seem the same. You can't live your dreams if you're caught too high in them.
The peak the crash These games they play (these ants) Lke they know i'm here to stay I gotta do whats best for ME gotta shake it off shake em off. The realization Gotta make that move Been wondering why I can’t care about others and they can’t care about me turns out im like the spider-
The sirens were bird women who's wings were plucked from their backs by 'queens' these wives of kings who outsang them and cast them into the sea an unsastified fantasy they are missing the vital power to love and be loved- they protect the secret of supreme beauty and allure- waiting singing and crying for weak ones to wander to see the secret the let down
The secret remain unavailable bring it down to bone, chips on my shoulder bone from brushing past the people i've known and not connecting to one. Just floated, high and dry, unrelated and useless I never gravitated never reached to the centre.Stayed and lingered at the blacksheep meeting grounds (us blacksheep you can see us at midnight and at sunrise marching alongside tracks or stranded in abandoned train stations unfolded in the backseat martyr's pose-the execution). a martyr: One who moves towards death along the lines of least reluctance.
see I'm still sitting here, and im still screaming SOMEBODY GET ME OUT OF HERE - past the point where you can't do it anymore none of it something has to change its over get it over- have to let myself renew and regenerate shift and expand the emancipation so I Gotta make that move. that same move.
If everyone is someone else .more than meets the eye then call me Sloane bitches
and gimme respect