Limping your way past the wire is vastly superior to, Never making it at all. Whether you’re parasitic or a hermit, Recluse, Prying eyes and ears aren’t worth bawling over while you crawl, In pain, With so much to lose…
Yea, So what if there is no one cheering for you on the sidelines? Life is not a sport! At any second, You might die, And, Get buried by every sin you court…
At times, Loneliness is what you need above all else. No need for anyone foul lingering around you to take you off course through a dry spell. Better it will always be when you’re the outcast full of energy, They’ll try to syphon with so many tales of victory to tell. Victories others wish they had within a Hell, Troves of individuals keep burning in for a high that will sell, Low no matter how sedated while slipping into shells, They get trapped in…
Tragic. But, It’s not your job to coach others through their madness. All you can do is lead yourself out the fire, Hoping they will take notice of the source giving everyone a hand in, Everybody’s journey for all of us to live a second life, Everlasting…
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