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And we pray everyday-and I'm gonna miss everybody when I'm gone.
Am I close-mindedAlright there's this guy at work and when I first met him, I was nice b/c there was no reason for me to take an instant dislike, right? So then he's weird. Like really fucking weird. Not crazy, not interesting, but weird. And a fuck-up. Now my job is pretty damn easy, and I realize his involves a little more manual labor, but its not something that involves any sort of THOUGHT!! But he fucks up anyway, he misses cues, he does things too early, it’s NOT HARD!! The green cue light comes on, you pull the window out, people come off stage you change their clothes and you get 100$ a week for that! But anyway, so everyone at work suspects he has aAm I close-minded
Miss you when you are goneOnce shame on them Twice shame on you. Third time the charm? I’ve seen it I know the pattern How could I do it?Miss you when you are gone
No thought, just action So vulnerable And then they’re gone
Even while we’re strong We’re still so fragile Now while we’re shaky When there’s a transition
How could I think it would be okay?
I’m watching it slip away
And trying to hold on
I can’t do it
You’ll be happy You’ll be content And I’ll lose my best friend Because I never learn
You said you love me But so di
Free At lastSo you thought your honesty made you special You thought my honesty made me one of you But your truth masked mine My lies became your hope I’m not one of you,Free At last
And I broke free from your chains
But you don’t let go so easily
I still feel the pull once in awhile I was your comfort You were my judgment I was your shield You were the knife that went into my heart And my best friend doesn’t love me unconditionally Does it really exist?
But I’m past that now, I’m past you now I feel, I am pain But now I know it and I live it N
I miss my booksIf life is so hard How come everyone’s doing it? Why can’t I get it right?I miss my books
People forget that patience is a virtue
And we’re all living longer now But all that means is
We’re all dying slower now
Each person abuses and wastes
Freedom
Each person thinks they appreciate Love
But we all feel and don’t think Unless we’re too busy thinking to feel Follow your heart Think of your future
We’re not careful enough No one has nice things anymore And nobody makes anything hand made I scratched my DVDs, my CDs
FearboundLife as a GameIf life is gameLife as a Game
Then who's playing? And who are the pieces? Are we pawns or rooks? Bishops or knights? Kings or queens? Does it matter at all? Who's playing to win? Or who's having their fun? The loser loses And then what?
How do they take it? Is there anything left to take? Such a broad board Of oppurtunity Do not pass go Take two steps forward Then three steps back A point there might be But perhaps we'll never see Its just a game But does that mean?
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
-alison (not amanda as would be assumed)
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sometimes when you're on, you're really fucking on
im glad you enjoyed it
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sometimes when you're on, you're really fucking on
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