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False ProphetSo you've convinced your self to be a "thinker" but what YOU are doing is degrading "intelligence" to a mere ornament on your flimsy tree of vanity;False Prophet
if your attempts weren't so superficial oriented
i might take ear at what you have to say;
you've raped the essence of self-development for your habitual addiction to attention your a disgusting blend of fake and pathetic, a delusional false prophet
you can read all you want
quote whom ever the fuck you please;
But youll never have soul like me.
by ~EddieExcelsior
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He writes such pretty wordsSometimes emotions get trapped and pent up inside my head and with writing being one of my only venues to release and channelHe writes such pretty words
these feelings its hard to get it all out at once, sort of like a crowd running out of a burning building all through the same door. someone always gets left inside.
and then there are times when i know exactly what to say
but i have the tendency to want to make my words glitter its almost as if instead of getting my point across i would rather hear
"oh he writes such pretty words"
but somewhere along those lines the trueness the r
by ~EddieExcelsior
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