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Human
02:47
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I am only human.
Denial is a slower death.
Flawed in perfect imperfection.
I lick my wounds to the bone.
Until there's nothing left.
Emptyness.
It's only natural to regret.
Filled to the brim.
Pushed to the edge.
It's gone once it's given.
So you can beg for it back.
Loss is always part of life and that's a sad fact.
Give thanks.
For you had anything in the first place.
No single moment has a guarantee.
Be grateful your heart is still beating.
Nothing is immune to time.
Blame helps the coping.
Ignoring the signs.
So here's to hoping that you may get it all back.
Loss is always part of life and that's a sad fact.
All you can do is try.
Tell them no lies.
We can't change what's already been done and died.
I am only human.
Lucky to be alive.
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Relation
03:22
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Take the burden from me.
I seem to have run out of patience.
If am who I seem, i sedate my belonging to hatred.
If I could feel any less for it all.
As if I had an opinion to put anyone else at fault.
The devil made me do it.
Avoiding responsibility.
It's nobody's place but their own to correct what they refuse to see.
What's witnessed and what has been shown are two different sides of the same exact thing.
Separate the breath between words.
Some parts are made to be seen and not to be heard.
A moment for interruption.
A chance to speak your peace or sing your pitiful song.
Most minds are made up at the introduction.
So it seems to have no point all along.
If I could fix myself I would lose who I am.
So there must be a purpose for someone like me.
Sometimes a deeper connection feels so far from reach.
But I do what I can.
Still, there's only so much I can give from what I've been given.
The solution is out of my hands.
Take the burden from me.
There's only so much I can carry.
Differences.
The conflict is so welcoming.
They can't resist the opportunity to make a scene.
No one is always right.
So close minded.
Relation is so hard to find.
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Puppet
03:31
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My head weighs heavy with the choices I've made.
If only I had seen
the strings I was snipping.
I admit I'm afraid of the price to be paid
for keeping my grasp from slipping...
away.
Wait...
Hold on
just a little bit longer.
Inevitable;
...a lost word on me.
If letting go means to let my hands wander,
then will all that I feel
become all that I see?
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Growth
04:12
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Quiet.
The lackluster path of forced change.
Dragging my feet.
Each step that I take.
Waiting for me in my personal cage.
An unknown decision.
Helplessly setting the stage.
Hope is all that I have.
Smiling in front of the mask.
Don't act like you get it if seen through the glass.
Don't say it will pass as if nothing will last.
Scars have become a fraction of me.
Traced in my flesh so sensitively.
I covet all that is left.
Until my next death.
Rest.
Grateful for anything kept.
Some things have depth.
Some others, a value at face.
Shallow as it all seems,
the truth in accepting our place.
Standing in line, a meaningless order.
Foolish competitive race.
Believing that it will all matter regardless of being erased.
Faintly I push to remember.
What it was like to be whole.
Kept solely within my soul.
Reciting the repeated lines of stories I've told...
Myself.
Convincing anyone else listening.
As if they listen at all.
Thought to be forward,
I stumble and fall.
But I still have the parts that remain.
Incentive to not do the same.
Keep what I can.
Grow from the pain.
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jakewolf Nowhere Else, Australia
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