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the awful truth
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Looking down the barrel of a life
Wrought with indecision;
nightmares in the night
I wake up sweating,
dreaming bout my wild side
and i look out to the city lights
and i think, a little, die inside
Looing up the blade of a life
pressed to the neck,
you choke, but you still fight
you're losing hope slow
like water from the leak
in the hull of that boat
that rocks you to sleep
watching the leak,
on it you thinking deeply,
you dont get a bucket;
it won't stop the flow of the sea
in order to fix your boat
and stay afloat
you need to read
the words i wrote
you need to expand
the mind you got
you need to think
outside this fucking box
i know we're trapped
you and me
there's walls of a prison we can't even see
the invisibilty of our chains makes it more difficult to name
the culprit
its us
our fear of death and our wishing to be one
with god the invention of neccessity
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