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I hope you don't get vertigo
Sitting so high atop your throne Looking down on those who fall Who can't keep up with your lofty call Looking at lowly sinners and saints Calculating their hearts while you martyr your pains Screaming from high atop your throne Thankfully all I now hear is drone....drone. wasting away in pursuit of thin
skipping meals for sex appeal purging for approval of removal of pounds bingeing when you are feeling down wasting away crying out the voices are loud but are muted within the cage of a mind that won't give in to logic or reason only wasting away every day I wish I could be a fly on the wall
One that doesn't bother or buzz Hiding behind a piece of fuzz I would sit and listen to The talking heads The so called "friends" Words are free
They come in waves Like the sea They ebb and flow They come quick Sometimes slow They can be sick and weird Or fiery and fierce Words have power They ignite Or give fright They lift up Or push down Bring laughter Or tears Express dreams Or fears Words give life Or cause strife Bring death Or life... |
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