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Lost beneath the shipwreck
Down at the bottom of the cove Suffering from the scurvy With scant upon our old wood stove No fresh water nor ripe fruit Alone with only countless tales Doomed with no audience nor friend Fate of those who chase the whale
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I’m not going to set myself up as fodder
I suffer enough through my own imagination No need to offer up a negligible sacrifice & contribute to my soul’s degradation Like this: Like Loading...
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Break free from all your interlocking rules
Unsatisfactory way to start your day Too fatigued to suffer gladly these fools Waiting for a sunrise in an errant way
I’d rather return to my bed, closing my eyes
No other way to explain how I’m so damn tired Can’t get my life together after all these tries My number always called, but I’m feeling expired
What will it take for me to finally see
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With Summer’s moonlight shining down
We’re not alive to merely appease everyone
Reminder to exist for your soul’s own sake
Basking in the fickle warmth of the rising sun
Released from those winter storms
Contending with heat & humidity down there
Be comfortable in your sovereignty
& thus release yourself from their stares
Do not double back & suffer fools
Stretch to become your complete ability
Expanding your mind to finally believe
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