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Tyrell Murdock Poem
Dreaming dreams is silly.
Realistically you well be working a dead end job where you work for hours with a pay that is only slightly above the minimum wage, with a boss named billy.
True love is a facade,
Realistically you will fall in love with someone who well hate you after 2 years and your boss named billy will commit heinous acts with your spouse while your abroad.
Dream cars are just that dream cars.
Realistically you'll end up driving a car that breaks down in the middle of the road, the car well be in such bad shape that owning it is breaking laws.
Perfect children is not possible.
Realistically they well grow up depressed and useless, your daughter well be stuck up and is anorexic because she sees herself as ugly even though she is beautiful, your son well most likely be lonely and rejected, they will do drugs to ease the pain, even though you try to connect with him but you just can't.
A perfect retirment is a funny joke you tell your grandchildren.
Realistically you'll end up in a care home old and decrepit, barely able to remember your own name, every face you see well be unfamiliar even your own children, your children would have grown into failures in life, your daughter became a washed up actress who does more drugs than she has cuts on her arms, your son turned into a supposed strong smart person, but only when he left you and your terrible family behind him, he most likely refutes the fact that his family were such failures, your wife would have left you for your boss named billy many years before your retirement.
Death is the only reason you well be remembered.
Realistically all your "friends" would have already forgotten your existence years before you died, the only people to attend your funeral would be your son who refuted you for so long, he still does but slightly less because you wrote him in your will and gave him half your life savings, your ex-wife went only because she wanted to see you one last time to remember the "happy" times and also because she was also in your will and got your house that you worked oh so hard for, your daughter didnt make it, instead she was also six feet under and already rotting, she had overdosed on the many drugs she did.
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Tyrell Murdock Poem
Mutual numbing
Ice cold tears that no one hears
I can't keep strumming
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Winter comes, be numb
Cold chaos, long hiatus
Hidden from the sun
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A beautiful tree;
Can too be lonely and break;
Beauty can be fake
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Tyrell Murdock Poem
Some think to utter you are numb is dumb.
Like a frayed twine, emotion becomes blind.
Can't cry, could only voice a toneless sigh.
Death feels like a release, all pain shall cease.
Closed doors, screams as piercing as a lions roars.
Drawn same as an, acutely ailing fawn.
Neglect safety, Pain is rather tasty.
Carefree, agreed to a imprecise glee.
Agreed, an impossibility to proceed.
Truly planned end, had become soiled by an old friend.
Yes indeed to be truly numb is ultimately dumb.
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Tyrell Murdock Poem
Septembers embers;
I so desire december;
I shan't go on a bender.
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Tyrell Murdock Poem
Even drugs make me happy.
Dont do them though if you do i will be sappy.
Great things await you as long as you dont do drugs.
You not doing them well make me give you hugs.
My brother did lots of them, he said they're bad.
Even i tried some, and i agree they are bad.
My mother did much more than me and my brother she regrets it
Every drug is bad and if i find out you tried them i'll through a fit
So please dont do drugs.
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Dusk of a dark night;
Dawn of a cold winters night;
Night is the coldest.
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Leaves blow off the calm.
Wind makes a beautiful song.
What could go so wrong?
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Tyrell Murdock Poem
They say i am stressed, in fact i am instead depressed.
They say i am insane, in reality said allegations are clear as drops of rain.
They say i am pessmistic, these words to me are optimistic.
They say i am broken, truth has been ever oh so spoken.
They say i am numb, they don't seem to be dumb.
They say i am carefree, they can truly see what is me.
They say i am unique, i am as unique like your old dusty antique.
They say i am smart, this is apart from thine truth.
They say i am confident, this is not evident.
They say i am independent, i wear my facade like a pendant.
They say i am beautiful, they are too blindable.
They say i am serious, this makes me furious.
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