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the same old song
By Lab Rat
Twisting around on myself, nerves, tendons
Frayed
My thoughts betray, vivid, portaits
Afraid
I can listen to the whispering voices, still there
Still there, deep and delving ever deeper
The answers hiding in the glass etched
Bottom of a bottle
Cliche...
Tired, dirty and broken
A process, a road
New beginnings
... Bullshit
Just another name for the same old disease
Just new pills to do the same old progress
That leads to the same old spots
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Copyright 2017 Lab Rat
Published on Saturday, July 15, 2017.
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On Thursday, July 13, 2017, worm
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wrote:
same old song? certainly! the definition of insanity is to keep doing the same things and expecting a different outcome... change happens... it just has to be fought for... Be Well! ~worm~
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On Thursday, July 13, 2017, Devil lyn
(345) wrote:
I think we`ve all faced some form of struggle that seems endless; like a uroboro or a flight of stairs going backwards ... such an observation/reflection. *good to read you, again;)*
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On Thursday, July 13, 2017, midnights voice
(957) wrote:
I once wrote ,"You can't go back by adding another verse to the same old song ." And my voices are whispering to me as I look into the bottom of the empty glass ,"Get milk."
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On Wednesday, July 12, 2017, Drea
(1388) wrote:
I never know what to say. It's hard, i know. I'm just glad you're writing. You have no idea how much I've been wanting to read something new from you.
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