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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the dark corner of your eyes so faded, See the life threw a glass of shattered wages. Using those to create a world with wrong perceptions, Money, lust… and a whole lot misconceptions. Trying to reach the standards of those with high titles, Pretending to be an angel – with demons inside you going viral. Slowly suspending your suffocated life’s landing, Crawling, crawling towards graves and endless searching. You are looking… You glance over what expectations you need to attain, Begging for mercy, begging – oh begging for someone to erase your pain. No identity, no unique value to place you on the pondering plinth, Just another… you… another cliché… an embryonic triumph. Circles and corners; they trap you inside that perplexing sequence, Stroked by greed, lashed by tags and in dispute with gravity and his sense. Not able to move… no place to belong… just another lost soul in this world of replicating, Follow their steps, lead into their future and never return as your own being. You hide… Oh, my dear, you hide from the good you can be, My lost soul, rather be you then me. Sympathy I have for your poor humanity so absent from victory, You living up to others’ success is truly an unpleasant catastrophe. Leave, leave now before the clay turns hard on your feet, Before you and a different head compellingly meet. Oh, my dear, go now before I shut the door of your imminent, My lost soul, before the dark corner of your eyes become too confident.
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