False World
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Into smoke, mysterious notes. I’ll take
your bait, to throw it at your face, yet the
joke is on me, not yet free. As you keep
me locked up, my vocab is stocked up.
The neighborhood politics, in which I
must disrespect, to withdraw from
accusations, of my fantasy situations.
Sorry you can’t manifest your dreams, it
is simply just means, you have no heart
or desire, to retire, from your lies, they
die, & reach for the sky. To fall back,
with their lack, no way to advance, &
only here by chance. As for me, & my
destiny, I’m tired of this false world,
boys or girls. So, leave me be, & we’ll
see, where this is will head, & how I’m
already dead. Once again lost in the void,
slightly maintaining hints of the
paranoid. I submit to your demands. I lay
down my life.
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