I'm in a fog
I feel like the cogs in my cognition are grinding in need of grease
I wish I could have some peace, but once all this energy inward
Is like rotten curds, smelling up the place.
I can see the broken vase, its got your picture on it
Now its shattered
My brain is battered and bruised, crusted and confused
Totally abused, tortured in an orchard where the trees sap is blood
And the syrup isn't nearly so sweet
Its defeat wrapped in inaction
The spirit is broken
Whats the point?
Is there really something better out there?
Why should I care anyways? I guess some of it has to be worth caring about, but I guess I dont care about anything.
Theres got to be something more out there
Maybe what you get is what you care about or dont care about...
I suppose I should just have faith that things will get better...








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Life is all the facets of contribution
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Life is all the facets of contribution
So go away and enjoy your ban.
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Atheist | Furry | Bisexual | Polyamorous
...because normal is a setting on a washing machine.
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Lawyer: "Are you married?"
Witness: "No, I'm divorced."
Lawyer: "And what did your husband do before you divorced him?"
Witness: "A lot of things I didn't know about."
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Life is all the facets of contribution
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