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Disposition of dreams
not abandoned yet falling on unpracticed preach.
things I loved I now hate
the things I used to enjoy just ended up disintegrating
if only I could find a spark to light my fuel of ambition again.
its taken away burned away. used up left for abandonment.
time seems to grow thin as i never have the means of doing
its draining. working and spending but never transcending

Its all for nothing for i found what i wished for but i miss the pain.
the pain of wishing. the pain of underachieving it kept me down
it cycled through my conscious deleting all traces of pride
now its back and it seems hollow and pointless
meaningless and linear stability less spontaneous more grounding.
where am i achieving? I dont see my progress
I still crave my substances and leave everyone with unplotted absences.
unpredictable and unforgivable

so this is the blue collar american dream.
I will be the first one to say its not what it seems
as disgusting as it sounds I miss my suffering.
the simple survival of myself and faulted psychosis
this pressure leaves me to a weary stable set
the valley is not deep enough
I am basket case for my opinions
but i guess i wish I could take it all away.
strip me of my achievements laying in the dust of fallen dreams.