Where do we begin? When everything is wrong we just forget, move along and we play pretend. Surround your life with silver and gold. Your tinsel dreams and the make believe. Deconstructed and paralyzed so slowly somehow I am evaporating. We dream to be the lesser. A malign separate existence. We be little ourselves to a lesser. Being our dreams are not our dreams. Cogitation a distant fragment. Separate me from the whole. My thoughts are now unchained.
Posted on: Wed, 20 Aug 2014 01:49:56 +0000
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