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One Big Fucking Routine
By freaky
Once a creative being
Seeing new creations
New ideas
Everywhere
she looked
Now just a shell of a being
Moving through the
Motions of life
Life feels like
One big fucking routine
No adventure, no change
Just the same thing
Day after day
What happened to the
Creative being who once
Lived such
a vibrate full life
Who could look
At the world
With new
sight?
Did her spirit die
Or is she just broken?
Waiting
for something/someone
To resurrect her
And put together
The
pieces once again
Hoping this time time
That they will break
no more
Or is her spirit
Still vibrant and full of life
Just
locked away
In some prison
Inside her head
With no key
in sight?
If she still lives
Wont someone help
Find the
key
To set her free
To make life
Beautiful again
And
not just
One big fucking routine
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Copyright 2012 freaky
Comments on "One Big Fucking Routine"
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A former member wrote:
I like this, i feel like this often. Haha are you a mother I am and you sum up exactly what it feels like some days/ weeks /months. Like I used to be all these fun exciting things, noiw I fucken clean shit vibe. Good write.
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A former member wrote:
This brought the statement to mind, "You can't anyone who don't want to help themselves"
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A former member wrote:
I feel like this often. Like a fucking drone, always on autopilot, fully aware of everything you know you should be doing but for some reason, can't fucking change shit. Great work.
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On Wednesday, October 10, 2012, freaky
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wrote:
thank you :)
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