i make the message indistinctThe days blur together, as the future dilutes,i make the message indistinct
Turnover approaches; the point that past and future are equally uncertain, My lies have confused it all; poisoned my memory in the name of others, I become a stranger to time, a conjunction to my life. Choose a line direction, though the strength of change is much reduced. The line is so much more distinct now.. so obvious. Bitter resentment resounds at the power I had to change, in times past, Though added in a time that their value was so misunderstood. And the line does meandre oh so pathetically.. it does wobble and shake, and then stop.
Feelings of lies.What is a feeling? A simple emotion. A chemical reaction at the back of our brain, We see one thing, and have a reaction, And then seek to give this a name.Feelings of lies.
Simple assumptions; you give this perception, But you ignore personality and human devotion. You become what you be; you will be how you feel. And I will feel to be more, more than a lie.
Drop the emotion, take a step back from life, Journey with Beagle; we are here to survive, You feel these things so that you will not die, The simple truth of staying alive.
This is irrespective of what I discuss
second attempt
too scared to go, too scared to stay
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Don't ask me... I just work here!
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Don't ask me... I just work here!
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.messages writen in heavenly bodies.
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the picture, its... nice
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