Alone becomes a comfort without the side effects of confusion... Wrapped up in an overrated luv's infusion... Spending time with no one but self as the memory good blank... Unable to think of one day to the next that run together doin the same ol same... Knowing one face n that's the one in the reflection unable to escape... Solo with life having meaning as a loner done with the bullshit of others... Giving up on even the feel of the trap of luv'rs... Emotionless the naked eye tired of witnessing self in pain... Goin inward to heal n to find what there is to gain... Flooring with the movement it takes to realize relations are controlling... Having to adjust for an other for reasons to comply with demands attention they're own version of molding... Living without a friend for to character is so hard to find... Somewhat of a lost art is the heart fading behind event lines... Transforming into someone more suitable that struggles to make sense... As solitude feels allot better than changing the continuance of defense... Thanks but no thanks trimbles from lips releasing the lack of interest to be anything in someone else's mind... Missing only the physical aspect of crossing the line... Mentally in charge of the thoughts allowed to longer to remind scenes behind the eyes of what It's like to be deprived... By self n for selfs passion jus be happily intertwined without being blind... Intact n rare for the find of an individual to come out n play... Waiting on the last to ever feel the desire to be felt in ways it's truly great... As one bcuz there's only one to bring the gift side to the surface of expressions unable to retreat... Shuffling the scuffling of two willing feet...
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