But you know that I'm no good. Ever.
But you are aware of my never ending failure.
But you are aware I never cross any lines, Im ordinary, never to be expected to shine.
Take a dim view of me, of this world leaking relish for life's superficiality.
And to think im subordinate, what will be of me tomorrow when my lids fail to rest on thoughts?
What will be of me tonight when the lone and lorn of night sneaks upon me?
Will my stomach spill to the lake?
Where do I go when there is no use for me anymore? What if out of mercy I will remain, taunted by the thought of living desolated by the sense of acting. Where do people go, where do they fucking go when they grow up? Where? I want to know exactly where so I could say my good byes. How am I to know when? What if I change completely and I never get to even little as to embellish my old self. Fuck, explain, explain, why knowledge is acquirable and not nothing to do with knowing, just repeating and revising and speaking a truth not known to us, but acquired to us. Do we really grow up! Do we? We die, we die every moment of every second, because we are never the same, we have just died. I dont want to be an abridgment of my future self, let alone a compromised being of my present one. Where will I truly be tomorrow, am I going to die young and an old soul will take over my body, like a substitute teacher fighting to win the class attention, revisiting a past without actually living it?
I dont want to ever grow up.
if there are any doubts regarding the now, I am to clear the air and say, I might be that and I might be with. They are very intelligent and I enjoy their company at any given time.
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E is still on my missed calls list and T is still pretending to be something she is not, I can easily out you.
