staring contestin a staring contest with my soul i swear im going to win it by exploiting my shortcommings and becoming my biggest critic society created a pessimist drowning in a pool of denial so when you see me wallowing alone dont expect me to smilestaring contest
in a staring contest with my soul disgusted by what im seeing a bruised spirit once considered a human being no one understands so i seek sanctuary in writing manuscripts of failed attempts in my neverending search for true companionship
in a staring contest with my soul eyelids starting to fall blinked and upon further ins
nice guys finish empty handedstarted the race neck and neck, across the line a mesh of flesh, as we proceeded toe to toe, i dropped out and took it slow, with quality steps at a meaninful pace, cause it was about the stride not who won the race, but in keeping my walk i recieved little attention and realized the outcome didnt meet my intentions the quick showboat recieved the prize, i was in shock completely suprised, still in awe of what ive found, with the agony defeat i faced the ground, i was willing to finish last justnice guys finish empty handed
untitled collaborationthe world speaks in riddles that i cant seem to solve, always accompanied by adversity whenever the heart's involved.untitled collaboration
deception corrupts emotions everyone wears a mask
finding yourself a true love
becomes the impossible task
emotions are tossed like toys but are as fragile as glass, being nice is natural until kindness kicks you in the ass
you try so hard to please the one who makes your life a song but everything you do or dont do only turns out wrong
on a search for your partner to dance around the galaxy
walked awayfootsteps..walked away
becoming more and more faint until the sound ceases to exist. footprints.. progressing away from me until the paterns fade into the mist. during my time of need you proceeded to walk away, and out of all times, i needed to talk today. gone astray..
left coversing with the air and taking advice from the breeze, conforted by the sun, consoled by the trees, talked to the daisies about their prolems with the bees. but all of this interaction didnt put my mind at ease. you walked away from me.. the one opinion that meant the world to me, now im
midnight in a perfect world
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"....perfection through silence..." -Finch
Kit Ayala
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is a deviant since Jan 23, 2003, 9:26 PM
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I saw it first at 101, but you recieved two pageviews before i copied it! Congrats on breaking 100!
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"....perfection through silence..." -Finch
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"....perfection through silence..." -Finch
take care
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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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