the world speaks of free thinking, yet you stab yourself straight without blinking
the irony of the actions against the words, put to the test; the truth absurd
bringing up the crack that tore the world asunder, slashing our hearts free joy of the plunder
it always led to the lone wolf hanging on the top, a falsification so deep it never had to stop

no one knows how the others will come to bear of it, but we all know that time is decrepit
if life were as simple as washing the windows, then problems would disappear as the seasons go
a facade, a tyranny, an act of self pity. nothing much as entwined as a plate of spaghetti
the world revolved around with you as the focal point, people all circling as part of the joint
always a hero around to help mend the fissures, no one noticing the fearful tears


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i am always thought to be the one to start the problem, the ignition source. my tone, my voice, i voice it out with reason. i know tone is the start of a disaster or the making of peace, but respect that its my voice. i am very certain about the way i spoke, and to me it wasnt of a harsh tone.
i'm hurt.

even you, who i thought knew me better, said i was harsh. said i wasnt trying hard enough in a certain way, and that the other was already trying the best to contain it, yet i was fueling it on.
it just makes me wonder... in the end, its just me thinking too much again

whether i'm hurt or not, it doesn't even matter i guess


I don't wish to put an end to all this. Not because of pride or anything, but for what i stand by.
I fought for things i wanted with a reason, not just for the fun of it or bragging rights. How i achieve it is another story, and whether the others are willing to help or just comment is up to them. I'm sorry, but it seems apologies were not accepted anyways.

Karma will kick people who kicked karma first

I'm torn apart, the body is aching, the mind is wailing
flesh scaling, blood dripping, voices screeching
it doesn't matter how things work, its how much they work that matters
in a place where self pity and jealousy has no place, the inflexible relegated to the back in the merciless rat race
i'm not a hero, not anyone big. Just a person who wants to get things done
To think of another person's view is normal, for others to think of yours, its a miracle
if everyone in the world were imperfect, does that make you perfect?

immersed in the study of egocentrism

And I realized...
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