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This is what I call failure,
But what does that mean to you?
Even failed to go extinct.
But what else was there to do?
I’m alright.
This is just the start.
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You either die young and idealistic,
Or live long enough to see your heroes go flabby and inane.
Now might be the time to be realistic,
Make a choice or go insane.
Suitably ready to pack it all in.
This space I’ve created, it stays grey and unfinished.
Rough at the edges; this vessel remains empty.
Bereft of the finer things.
I’ve grown like a weed through paving slabs,
Malnourished, feeding on dirt and stubborn as hell.
Finding it difficult to pull up my roots.
I guess I’ll be here forever.
I’ve started to see a pattern emerge.
Either falling or failing, my heroes can’t save me now.
Seen them grow tired, fucked up and uninspired,
Failing to show me how:
To lead the way, (or say what I want to say)
Lead the way, (just say anything)
Lead the way (say what I want to say)
Lead the way, or just say anything.
So, bring me the heads of my demons.
Watch me forgive as I look them in the eyes.
Tonight, I will blossom and grow,
Knowing that I’m finally in control.
My domain is mine.
My kingdom is mine.
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3. |
800 Calorie Deficit
03:51
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I’ve been chasing cars like a dog without a leash.
Chasing dreams but I give up so easily.
Easy to start, but harder to remain keen.
So, I just live, sometimes exist, sporadically.
I’ve been trying to lose some weight, it’s weighing me down.
Baggage too; it’s laying on my tiny mind.
This deficit of calories will be the death of me,
Or my saviour.
But you know that I’m trying to stay clean.
But you know I’m struggling too.
But you know I’m trying to stay clean,
But I gorge and I gorge and I gorge and I gorge and gorge and I gorge and I gorge.
You will find me living large on calories,
And I’ll be happy finally.
As long as you love me, I’ll be happy.
I’ll be happy getting fatter gracefully.
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No longer relying on substance abuse.
I don’t plan on telling you about food I ate last night, or every night this week.
Is this a change in me?
Or am I losing track of my thoughts?
No longer on a straight and narrow path.
I am flying in all directions, losing track of my time.
Now it’s time again to lay down my head, another day like this.
Am I losing track of me?
For what it’s worth, I’m getting somewhere.
I got distracted again today, just like every day.
I couldn’t get out of bed today, that makes 30 days in a row.
But soon you’ll know, soon you will find it.
But soon you’ll know, soon you will know peace.
I got distracted again today, just like every day.
I couldn’t get out of bed today, that makes 30 days in a row.
And that’s something?
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