self-destruction

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Our life has many complexities, Just for a fraction of second, Think yourself as robust, You have the potential, To change the world
It begins as a small seed Lodged in your ear Blocking all sound Soon, the roots spread   Little brown threads reach down into the canal
Don't misstep, Or else you will fall into the pit Of nothing.   Don't dream, For when you inevitably wake, Dreams will die.   Don't lie. If you do, they can tell, and they will
"Does it make you happy, To burn the world around you? To set everything ablaze and watch as chaos reigns? Why?  When the Earth burns, you burn with it." "That's the idea."
Imagination ruins and creates us, We run with the wind or get blown behind, Letting others distort our perception of the perfect image, Searching for the one person to the end of the world,
We are enslaved By ourselves We are enslaved By each other   No one is free It is but an illusion No one is free It is a surreal idea   Freedom means
Put me together and pull me apart Dissect my insides and play with my heart Stiches will mend, and stiches will show The part of me you probably don't want to know.  
  I developed a smoker’s cough in the last month or so I try to make it cute by smiling a little apologetically
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