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In reality, I question my existence in this space and time I currently find myself in.
Signals come from every which way, telling me contradicting arguments of happiness and pain.
As much as the heart is a fickle beast, my mind and common sense come into play.
More now than in previous experiences when I used to ignore a lot of things that bothered me.
Right now, I see both sides and wonder which will come to be.
On one side I see a bright content future of a majority of what I want in life.
On the latter, I see questions, doubt and pain, but only of not knowing whats real and whats not..
The mind that was once jaded by the heart no longer exists in its previous form.
My ears are forever open to all the words in every context they may arise in
Taking in all the push behind their flight - and fighting reactions the heart considers right.
Some words empty, some phrases full, Other simple thoughts nonchalant but loaded.
The one thing I ask is not to be held responsible for the transgressions of others from the past
I am not - and will never be - who they are. In any aspect. That is the reality.
It seems I have to be the scapegoat, the healer, the test subject and the believer.
Patience is a virtue but the thinner it spreads the less durable it becomes.
The psyche can only take so much before it becomes cold and hard to the entirety of life
Blackening the soul to the idea of hope and satisfaction.
These are the consequences of being a realist.
What I have in my heart - I will take to my grave.
You say you can get any girl you want.
So why am I here Casanova?
Go pick some tiny little perfect bodied whore
Who's about as mentally and emotionally stable as Courtney Love off her meds
With no class, questionable hygiene and no goals for the future
Other than to get pregnant to tie a man down and collect baby bonus from the government.
Go right the fuck ahead. See if that makes you happy.
Oh, it doesn't? Then maybe deflate that ego a little bit.
Quality over quantity. Its a good thing.
Signals come from every which way, telling me contradicting arguments of happiness and pain.
As much as the heart is a fickle beast, my mind and common sense come into play.
More now than in previous experiences when I used to ignore a lot of things that bothered me.
Right now, I see both sides and wonder which will come to be.
On one side I see a bright content future of a majority of what I want in life.
On the latter, I see questions, doubt and pain, but only of not knowing whats real and whats not..
The mind that was once jaded by the heart no longer exists in its previous form.
My ears are forever open to all the words in every context they may arise in
Taking in all the push behind their flight - and fighting reactions the heart considers right.
Some words empty, some phrases full, Other simple thoughts nonchalant but loaded.
The one thing I ask is not to be held responsible for the transgressions of others from the past
I am not - and will never be - who they are. In any aspect. That is the reality.
It seems I have to be the scapegoat, the healer, the test subject and the believer.
Patience is a virtue but the thinner it spreads the less durable it becomes.
The psyche can only take so much before it becomes cold and hard to the entirety of life
Blackening the soul to the idea of hope and satisfaction.
These are the consequences of being a realist.
What I have in my heart - I will take to my grave.
You say you can get any girl you want.
So why am I here Casanova?
Go pick some tiny little perfect bodied whore
Who's about as mentally and emotionally stable as Courtney Love off her meds
With no class, questionable hygiene and no goals for the future
Other than to get pregnant to tie a man down and collect baby bonus from the government.
Go right the fuck ahead. See if that makes you happy.
Oh, it doesn't? Then maybe deflate that ego a little bit.
Quality over quantity. Its a good thing.