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"I’ve lived so openly and have been so naive
To think that any man can be believed
I will pledge no allegiance to a defect
And within this resistance I am liberated
I repel the weakness and side strongly with virtue
I resist insincerity
I resist humanity
THERE IS NO PERSON'S PROMISE THAT CAN NOT BE BROKEN ONE MORE TIME.
Only death will end the weakness
Anyone can comfort me with promises again I know
Wading through deceit and lies to end in the arms of mistrust
An embrace I’ve grown to despise
All are insincere
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people cause problems for themselves, then they ask for help. when solutions to their dilemma are presented to them, they turn a blind ear.
people would rather scream and moan that they are hungry than eat the bread that sits, comfortably, on the plate before them. let them starve.
your cries and pleas are only breath wasted; i wont even be listening. somewhere the word "responsibility" is still in fashion. i only wish i could find it.
you are your own problem.
YOUR ACT OF FRIENDSHIP MEANS NOTHING. FRIENDSHIPS ARE WEAK."
he said to me a few weeks ago that he wanted us to be friends. i can see through his facade and i still wish i could help him. but something in this rings deep. reflected, refracted, both and neither. no names please.
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