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Poetry

Flower language and deep thoughts mixed and ready just for you. I'll try to update as much as my muse allows me cuties!

They call them "Rip tides" for a reason, kid

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by EXISTENTIAL_QUEER

by EXISTENTIAL_QUEER

I wish I could breathe
But they are telling me
That it's just
not for everyone

I am giving you all that I am all
that I was
And it's still not enough
Maybe I should just
Give up

I wish I could break this cage and be free
But it's pulling me
Like the moon pulls
the tides of sea

Up, over, and down
My thoughts go around and around
Tick, tock, it's pulling me
And they're telling me

"maybe you just don't want it enough."
"maybe you're just lazy."
"you're not working hard until you're working till you bleed."

First, they teach you how to dream
Then they teach you how to be
A nightmare machine of un-prosperity

Up, over, and down
Down (5x)
Up, over, and down
Down (5x)

I wish I could breathe
But they are telling me
"you've got to learn to be happy, without what you need."
It's no biggie

I'm great, I'm cool, I'm fine,
I swear that I'm doing this right
Up, over, and down (2x)

The self cannibalistic,
Heartless, sadistic
Method of tearing apart
A beaches' sand castle art

Up, over, and down
Down (5x)