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I stutter as the world outside me |
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came to our doorstep in the rain |
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harbored though violence |
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the sky holds contempt for me with snarled up |
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suppressed yourself |
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suppression is the only answer |
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to times like this |
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so the rain came crashing down |
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with revenge in its gaze unlike |
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something i have seen before |
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and i felt a friction in the air begin to rise |
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atmosphere berates my courage through |
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thick and thin it made no difference to it |
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at times i wish for the lucid dreams |
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but receive no less than ignorance |
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i, i ventured out to what seems apocalypse |
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a step forward reveals |
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an exponential makeshift of panic |
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they sky bleeds a disgrace upon all patrons |
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and we look upwards in distress |
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and we look upwards in distress |
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and the rain sank like daggers |
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into the earth |
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my hair lifts and my skin dances on edge |
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my pupils dialate to distance |
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because the sources |
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introduced itself in cursive horror, |
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my consciousness convulsed merciless |
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It's merciless |
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it personified me |
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it personified me so perfectly |
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blank is the word |
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for portrait i see |
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and its difference is likely visionary |
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to what we've ever looked for |
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and what we've ever found |
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i have been sent into a working machine again |
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a glance at the wretched |
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hieroglyphic |
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sends me |
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sends me into a place i haven't |
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been in years |
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a place without fear. |
