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Devotion To Emotion
I have a devotion To damned emotion It's like locomotion for a masochist Who is ironically a pacifist I'm not always passive But my weight makes me massive I cut dreams from the sky Bled from stars asking why But really I want to see A shimmering sea Of joyous feelings Instead of dealing With that which makes me sad And so many things make me mad Look me in the eyes Decipher the truth from lies Cut the illusion of me into pieces The misery never ceases I hold my fears inside Terrified to ever confide My mind is an intricate design And yet I have to resign From the mental gymnastics And people so plastic It makes me genuinely sick I don't try to be a prick But it's what I'm good at And you'd agree in a spat But look Like Nixon I'm not a crook I dream of tomorrows Without suffering sorrow I dream of blue skies And blueberry pies Every day I suffer this pain Wondering if it's all in vain The needle tears into my vein Blood drenching my arm, a stain My agony I want to eviscerate If you could commiserate Spreading flowers on my grave Honoring a cowardly knave With nothing left to give And no real life to live Just this sad devotion To damned emotion
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