I'm finding that I've grown myself some secrets. It's not even that they are actually secretive at all, it's just that I've distracted myself for long enough to forget that these ugly stains remain on my soul's linens. Selfishness, Pride, Discontentness; These are the blankets I warm myself with. When you spend a lot of time with yourself I think it's easy to dicover your secrets. I've been hiding in my thoughts lately... it's seems I've uncovered the worst parts of me.
I'm sorry for looking through worldly eyes.
I'm not satisfied with filth, I know it's hard to tell sometimes.
I am selfish and have fallen into that lifestyle of distrust.
I'm building all sorts of familiar human walls.
I suppose at least I know where my downfalls are. Now it's time, once again, to choose the alternatives.
I'm on some sort of path.
A well lit, yet still less-travelled path.
Oh Crowd, what could you possibly offer me?
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Don't you fret and wonder where I've gone.
When I drift away from you I'm retreating to a place where I can sort my ideals and question about yours.
Everyone is hurting and it pains my soul.
I just want to love away my stains, my self.
I always have too many themes in my mind.
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Your pain and mental discomfort distresses me. I often wonder what I can do for people that are obviously not satisfied with how things are. Of course I end up doing what most of the population would do, absolutely nothing. I'm sorry. Hopefully you figure some things out during this alone time that provides you with some kind of peace.
you are my donkey. no one can ever take that away.
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