Having about enough of self speaking on selfish needs... Others probably think I'm helpless to my own damned dreams... Always spitting from one side of debates thinking I'm right... When there's more to the story trying to get back at life... Times become mute to ears not wanting to hear the same ol shit... As actions never give anyone a chance to give proof of what comes from the lips... I'm jus at a stale mate awaiting yet another piece falling from my grasp... With nothing more than a new game to defeat an opponent fast... Seems checking the mirror drives an illusion into the brain... Somehow becoming distraught as to believe in the righteous kill driving thoughts insane... Crippled on an emotional level of fuck luv ripples through my chest... N there's no interest in even making a pussy wet... It's attached to something i cannot get through to no matter how much i ramble on... Though quietly i know is me that didn't wanna be torn... So it's a big no thank u as my tone is as direct as being left alone... Yet I'm slowly visualizing the good one's that come n go attempting to be see from my throne... I truly act like I'm someone special when the only difference is i get the point... But did i when i refuse to full my own aching void.?.
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