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"You know, you remind me a lot of myself."
"Well that's insulting."
"What is?"
"What you just said."
"Why?"
"You just called me a drunken whore."
"Well that's insulting."
"What is?"
"What you just said."
"Why?"
"You just called me a drunken whore."
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Lessons
Sometimes you have to write just to write,
To fully form a thought it must be written down or spoken aloud.
And damn I'm tired of talking, so let's see what happens.
Things are changing in my life, for the better I think;
Moves are being made, transitions are in transit,
It feels as though things are settling.
In the process of.
The odd part is a change in aspirations,
Or at least an adaptation.
I don't believe dreams die with age,
They just change into something as you learn and grow into how the world works;
It quietens your rage when you comprehend the complexity of events
That are all shaping everything you meant and want to do,
And yo
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Burned Out
They don't know what to do, they're burned out like me
A fire that's been lit for far too long like me
They're thinking what a hopeless case like me
"she isn't even getting better," like me
"why does she self-sabotage?" like me
But do they even understand what it's like to be like me?
I'm burned out, but they don't feel the burn like me
I'm fed up, but they don't feel the fire like me
Do you understand what it's like to have your teenagehood wiped away like me?
They say the grass is greener on the other side but it's wilted like me
They define crazy as a word to be like me
But is it crazy to scream for help into the void like me?
To have ever
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Oxygen Machines
Perhaps,
one day,
this rusted body,
cramped and old
could be of use again,
like the old times,
when it followed the orders
of a not so wasted brain
which directions were clear,
like the oxygen that fueled its system
When the headquarters were clean,
and clouds of the same kind,
of that of morphine,
would sometimes develop,
occasionally,
blocking the operations,
and infecting,
the database of the system
with the virus,
of dreams and desires,
the effects of a sweet drug,
(an unnecessary extension)
Perhaps,
the database couldn’t decode
the hidden message;
the side-effects,
links to a bitter aftermath,
when the virus corrupted
way too
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Not an actual conversation spoken out loud, but it was amusing to think about. And for the most part, part of this conversation has taken place. Not quite so witty, unfortunately.
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