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What is Real?
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July 2010
Walking down the street, nothing pushing me back but the wind,
loneliness trying to break me in half, but the line isn't jaded enough to cause a stir,
life is like a box of chocolates, well what happens when the chocolate enlarges in your throat,
the sipping is consistent, and the outcome is never different,
damn I have this feeling for you, and I hate the person I have been,
I need to cut back foggy habits, and slack more on the overwhelming sin,
my top of the line New Years to my friends old bed buddy,
the waters turn from blue to polluted brown, the shore becomes less sandy and more muddy,
well I know things will get better, I will soon have nightly conversations,
if the temptations don't get me, I'll be done in by the frustration.
