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02:20
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Self conscious and self aware.
It finds its way into your life.
Looming.
Leading down, correct path.
Attractant ocular omen.
Unknown reason, clever placement.
Unknown reason, clever placement.
No red pen amendments.
Work in tip top shape.
Everything was right and in place.
Nothing happens for one singular reason.
Time is a string.
Fluid and ever changing.
Coincidentally there at a glance,
Reminder of where to go, a variable to follow.
The journey has been set,
Numerical destination.
Multiple locations, unavoidable.
Eyes seem drawn, unable to defer.
Is my subconscious kicking in?
Clairvoyant moment.
Don’t question just know, the path is true.
Just a visual cue,
There for a purpose.
Almost Devine, hands of destiny pointing you in the right direction.
Right direction.
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Your self esteem could take a hit for a week.
There was no eclipse you just closed your eyes.
Backstory is missing, misplaced memories.
The pen is writing, but no ink is shed.
Take inventory, notate your flaws.
Panic clambers into your head once again.
Tired of these antics.
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Circle
01:38
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This isn’t, refreshing,
This isn’t, even mine.
Who messed with the water supply?
Eyes tilt shifted, squinting for clarity.
Nothing’s black and white,
Everything’s over saturated.
Come one, come all as the limelight starts to fade.
Stellar evolution begins.
Hold still, hold still.
No meanings, no time.
Where are your weapons?
Fetal position dwelling.
Nothing, but a notebook full of scatterbrained mumbles from an ignorant mind.
Atrophy, entropy, atrophy, entropy.
Ears with tinnitus,
Spewing anything.
Desecration.
Left this planet still.
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How did I get in this room?
So familiar,
But caustic memory.
Left hidden in the wall,
Like a bed in the 1900s.
Don't take, don't take it.
"You deserve that", No one ever does.
I’m advocating for a change.
There's no need for these actions to take place,
These actions to take place.
From the lack of education,
Kids grow up to be abusive parents.
Don't hit with your fists, use your words.
I'm tired of this,
We're tired of this.
I'm tired of this,
We're tired of this.
I'm tired of this,
We're tired of this.
I'm tired of this,
We're tired of this.
Our species uses free will instead of understanding it's a privilege.
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