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BlankI wish I knew what I am doing Reaching out to the point of no return, knowing and yet stil...Blank
Everyday and everytime and with everyone
it's the same story. The only thing I crave for is my own space- and they all want to fill it up.
Blank and bleak is all that I see Wish I had a better vision. To lay the fault on someone else would be wrong, The fault lies only with me.
by ~frescosync
......Nothing is good enough like dust which keeps coming back no matter how much you brush it off Adamant and strong is the will to please......
and it vanishes into thin air
Cobwebs on the ceiling spiders glaring knowing that nothing is good enough
Fault lies in the existential form, a smile to cover up the dust beneath and then the wind blows scattering the smile
when will it be all fine
when will it come to a full circle mind you, the circle will break neverthless I will be on the perimeter as always
by ~frescosync
The "Different" WorldShipwrecks on a barren coast like a picnic in another dimension, a different humankind races towards life. creating a story within a story, a war within a war-- strange siblings, love affairs, domestic tragedies- it's the same noble life out there. But they claim they are different.The "Different" World
On a lonely boat in the clear water, shining--but drowning water. the new human race is in a frenzy arranging their king's death calling out for God to justify the act Like us, they remember God only to justify deeds. Moral, immoral, amoral deeds. But they claim they a
by ~frescosync
Don'tDon't tread on my dreams,Don't
I need space to stand on them
Don't steal my ambitions, they belong only to me
Don't try to rectify me, I hate being perfect
Don't build up my confidence, It makes me a nervous wreck
Don't place the blame on me, I will never give justifications
Don't try my patience, It will wear you out
Don't shut me off from the world, I don't belong to it....
by ~frescosync
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