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Why I Wouldlet's look at this objectively, okay? i mean, if a gift is supposed to mean something special to you, then why is it i should feel obligated to buy it from a store or from a private seller or buy it at all, just be- cause the calendar happens to mark the twenty-fifth day of the month marked december? look, all i'm saying is that if you don't thinkWhy I Would
that jesus is real,
then why should
christmas be real? if you don't practice or believe in the religion that pro- pagates this belief,


Nothing I can Do or Say that-hasn't been told -hasn't been heardNothing I can Do or Say that
-hasn't been written -hasn't been read
-hasn't been seen -hasn't been tried
-hasn't been thought of -won't be forgotten


Immortalpage by page burn your legacy collapse into semantics won't bare your teeth won't clench your fist won't walk away from your own funeralImmortal
and you won't die a second time you won't live another life you won't say another word
we live our lives outside ourselves as if we were secondary given time, you'll realize that everything is temporary all our lives, we brace in anticipation of the end and in doing so, we forget to live [life is only hindered by your death]
you're not immortal just spout your morals tell yourself its working
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there is no other way
'cept through the eyes
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
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Intimachine
Band I play guitar in. Post-hardcore punk rock with some freakin' heart.
--
"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
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Clearfield Review: Prose, Poetry, Art.
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Intimachine
Band I play guitar in. Post-hardcore punk rock with some freakin' heart.
Just dropping by to thank you for the
- Omri
( `leoraigarath )
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Some days I write those words, others they write me.
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Poetry is truly boundless. It is my passion, writing to you, that is. I am the canvas.
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my poetry, lemon
both bitter and tart
you decide the taste of my art
©iampoetry
ღ
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Intimachine
Band I play guitar in. Post-hardcore punk rock with some freakin' heart.
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╰☆╮мαιzιε [l.σ.ν.є.ѕ.] уσυ!╰☆╮
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