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[aid] => mick
[title] => The End of Honesty
[time] => 2012-12-15 19:25:13
[hometext] => No revision, and no more than 10 minutes spent writing this. A natural flow of my currently poor state of mind. This is my inner voice. Can you relate?
[bodytext] => go and get a (censored) job, you worthless trash see what it amounts to a self-devoted shameful fool afraid to show himself weak and educated in its definition looking down, looking up, looking away trying to change the world trying to change its look optimistic, like a cow without a purpose like a tool knowing and learning more each day denying what you see what you know a failure in every aspect profound superficiality excavates your fragile being torn in the racks of light begging that those racks can be a sign blaming the subconscious for the self anything but me anyone but me cowardly, dependant, everything you claim a testament to lies, subversion of sincerity find that darkness in yourself don't pretend it isn't you burn it but it won't die you're a fool you're the darkness and you can't destroy it you might be responsible and declare it you might be brave and fight it you might be strong and endure it but never will you cease to be you you would like to define some rules some concepts for self-judgement for vindication on what do you base them? your rules are a mirror of your flaws you can never define yourself in a beautiful light the words lent you their power now you've come to see it wasn't yours you've always thought: a man should stand up he should try to stand up and if he fails, he should try again then you watched yourself fall with legs able to stand you fell you chose to fall because it was easier you know it's wrong socially, it's "wrong" you erased that promise you made to society now, you're alone now, you aren't sure of anything now, you're broken now, you see nothing beyond the moment now, you've erased yourself now, all that thought has changed now, peace is your agony life is not for you even the voice is a pretender your true self, if it exists no longer thinks, no longer speaks so now there is only one thing to do: live until you die purpose has forsaken you there is only one thing you know: life is precious, time is precious the only mistake is to waste it each moment must be meaningful yet, you now live in a world without meaning you have destroyed it, perhaps by definition but the reason matters not there is no matter anymore it's true, all this is just a matter of perspective but then, how do you change your perspective? if all that exists is perception about what axis must you rotate to find yourself? [comments] => 3 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 75 [informant] => Aspirant [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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