the boredom of every day being alone... the safe zone in which the wonder lurks... having a worth in self said to be greater than attachments can prove... yet the truth is the mind is on the loose n needing a friend... wasting away in time waiting on an end due to self righteousness one creates... locked behind closed doors where the debate crawls freely through the night... as life itself feels a void when talking to the walls... therapeutic attention causes flaws to settle down... listening to the sound of silence with a heartbeat wanting more... pounding from captivity is the thumps gone ignored by a real use never to give up... cautious to believe luv has anything to do with like... telling self lies of how self is better off goin without the comfort that always turns... avoiding the hurt so many enjoy as lips spit venom that sound so harsh... making it hard to trust in free will... missing out on the thrill where passion meats desires... n it's in the dark where the flame is what ignites emotions to be burned... as in solitude the dwelling becomes the distance within... echoing with a grin to the vibrations tapping on the laughter beating on the rib cage... there's an admittance of being lame as a conversation is the one thing that would be so nice... getting caught up in the hype so a bit of physical touching can be relieved... in a sense of fuck n flee with a side of hit me up next week is all there is... but that's jus the hormones talking shit to get a rise outta a different approach... knowing it's better to jus to loath about in ones own freedom...
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