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Constant exposure of instant gratification, that’s where we’ve drawn the line. Where we are, where we’ve been; then traveling further in time.
I hear you words everyday in somhow in some way you say you aren't controlling me but I am trapped I'm not free. You degrade me in public call me names to make me feel pychotic
“Can we be friends?” he asked. “Sure.” She lied. (I just wanted more…) “Are you okay?” he asked. “I’m fine.” She lied. (I’m dying on the inside…) “I’m always here for you.” He said.
“My look at her. She’s such a good girl.” “She’s good because she doesn’t act like the other girls in this world” “She works so hard at everything.” “Oh the praises her parents must sing”
Gravity is irresistible. I want to stay away, But this concept is not unmistakable. It must sustain on the bay. I feel defenseless In my naked soul. As I am relentless
Hunger, starvation What I wouldn’t give for the sensation Good, bad, any feeling would suffice Or, better yet, to sleep forever would be nice For longer than I care to remember I have been numb