222 by Asymmetricalsoul

You threw it all away, didn't you?
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Every obstacle,
its just some bullshit
that we can beat

If there's a prize
I want it to go to that look in your eyes

Hopin' that you
will open up to me
and stay that way forever;

This back and forth,
Its just a horse race
that no body wins.

Crashing my brain
into the strain
that awaits outside of breath

Keeping my calm
pressing on
just to find this is all there is
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Holding on to a few beliefs
that I rarely live by

Crying for
something more
but never knowing what to find

If everything is easy as pie
why is it all cut up
unevenly?

Its just some scheme,
that we seem to have agreed 2
its just some thing
that we fell in
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• Experimental
• Soul
• Spoken Word
• abstract metaphysical noodling
• funk
• St. Louis