supersonic
Bluelighter
Keen to the sensation I feel when ever so gently letting my resistance fly down an uncovered manhole, I press on threw drink in hand ready to stand for something.
Come to see that noone is staring at my personal particular direction, I seem to feel insufferable alone, with no connection.
This outside world, is it really as good as everyone says, how would they know how it is not to belong to itself. How sometimes I wish i could have.
But that would've been the precursor to numorous temptations with disaster, and false idols, I only really serve one master.
That is to my own will do I belong, because it was me who supplied the power of its existence. I own it.
Supporting myself threw the dim lit halls I find a hole in the ground in which I trip into the ever so slightly lighter shades of life.
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
Come to see that noone is staring at my personal particular direction, I seem to feel insufferable alone, with no connection.
This outside world, is it really as good as everyone says, how would they know how it is not to belong to itself. How sometimes I wish i could have.
But that would've been the precursor to numorous temptations with disaster, and false idols, I only really serve one master.
That is to my own will do I belong, because it was me who supplied the power of its existence. I own it.
Supporting myself threw the dim lit halls I find a hole in the ground in which I trip into the ever so slightly lighter shades of life.
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
