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Thursday, August 8, 2024

new with the same ol shit...

As the excitement slips from the comments of the heart. Lookin at relations on a positive manor seems to be so hard. Knowing after the new feeling of having someone around becomes the nit picking of details that don’t wanna be tamed. Emotion serves no master that somehow feels entitled to change purity into a stain. Putting a weight on the movement in the chest into the mine snaps outta the trans of heading a friend that shows true intent. Men aren’t women and women aren’t men. As that’s the concept so many cannot comprehend again and again. It’s the constant need for someone to be something they just ain’t. Hands damn near wanna mold a version of another into their own vision of a superhero i wearing a cape. The recycled faces placed on the memory becomes a lil too much. The repetitive cycle of comfort causes sanity to turn on character simply wanting to be luv’d. For nightmares come from daydreams I’m the wandering wonder of how people can be so cruel. Forcing self to realize self can’t be what they impose in such a way one is to play the fool. To adapt into a stranger within that will eventually resent them for their demand of control. That’s when what goes on behind closed doors is no longer home. Creating the solo act of solitude that soothes the beast escaping to be free. To remove the shackles placed on free will not yet another dead end that claimed to be dry easy to breathe. As the choking of words get backed you from the buying of the tongue to avoid evolving into someone forgotten in thoughts. All to protect the true essence of self’s reasoning at all cost. When others see what they want you to be opposes the natural ability to live. There’s a crisis on the horizon that’ll come to surface that’ll admit there’s nothing else to the new with the same ol shit…

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