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Mad, Bad, and Dangerous To Know
I could never really pick one thing. I never recognized what was expected of me. Break and bend always. The egg will fall and crack. Why couldn't that just be that? You say you see so much in me, well I've heard it before and I still don't know what it means. What you see isn't a vision. What you see is separate. An idea outside of reality. It's a shame, I'm not so great. Why am I "better", as you say. Why?! How?! You think its easy to reach this level of recklessness? The self-sacrifice it takes to reach the barrel bottom that I kick around as I please while you cower with fear. The fear of losing everything fills your empty head. I'm free to lose. It's lost. It's gone. Trust, family, friends, jobs. Your worry is my grain of salt. No judgement calls, no right or wrong. Morality the weakest link of them all. An appetite to evolve and self-destruct makes for some fierce philosophy when theres nowhere to go but up. My tears burn, my eyes won't shut, My feet are cut. Ashes to ashes... well whatever, one more thing, I'm a big fick and a good duck, love it...........lick it up.....dust to motherbloody dust.
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