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no control
Ain't no control
Nothing to gain
One way tickets
We've all got on
No turning back the clock
No one minute stops
Dreams shattered
Things you've said
Some you didn't
All sins confessed
Are your death
An unholy mess
What's done is already gone
Ain't no control
Thoughts
Silent screams that go unheard
Strangers you meet down dusty streets
Neither shape nor form
Just a feeling
Peeling and revealing
Stripped now
You awake
Yesterdays mess
Clever lines
For things that are wrong
Writing is on the wall
Saying were all about to fall
Big and small
Nothing to hold
It’s too late
Nothing to relate.
the 'myth' of 'free will'.
the 'myth' of 'free will'. awesome.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
thought you were a dude it
thought you were a dude it turned out you were a dudeness...............anyway ...........hey
hey
hey
the internet is full of
the internet is full of tricksters and tricks. one thing i learned is to try and see everyone as just a 'soul'. ...it by passes a lot of bs and gets right to the point.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
"I'm just a man who
"I'm just a man who intencions are good"
"hey lord please dont let my intencions be misunderstood"