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if ever you have to go jump off a building please just be sure to land on both your feet!

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i see angels above me, i see demons below me, fighting over heaven.
i loved her more when i was sober.
i don't want a second chance.
love starts with that of a flickerin' cigarette
i swear i could feel your love before i knew your name.

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some point during the twenty years that passed bye
i had decided that it's best for me to simply try
finding a way to document and record each day.
however, doing so i knew wouldn't be done easily
since being honest is something i do with difficulty.
i decided that describing myself inside of a diary,
to document what i did throughout each single day.
it hit me, the state of passively idol curiosity,
providing truthful events will be beyond an impossibility.
i had to proceed, my nerves were shot from anxiety.
the feelings most commonly existing inside of everybody,
i realized, has always been to me quite a mystery.

which explains why the moment i jotted down an analogy
and once completed writing my first piece of poetry,
the words that appeared hadn't been what i wanted to say.
in a huff of defeat, i realized i too must wait patiently
while the pen in my hand goes about refusing to obey.
i had to accept that even to myself my heart's a mystery.
such a way to live surely shall never allow me to satisfy-
hence the explanation for my addiction to things of vanity.

my original reason for this had been like a form of therapy,
some sort of homemade method to combat my fear of anonymity.
i could at least face death with a slight piece of serenity
knowing that I've provided proof of me ever having a history.
i knew all along from day one that my phobia was quite silly,
death is the great equalizer, will vanish us all, eventually.
still, until then i had no excuse to finally be able to deny
that after we exist no more, we still live on in that reality
if something survives us post-humorously allowed me not to worry.

this world we must exist in is of a pointless creation by some deity
whom seems to enjoy forcing our brief life to be ripe with random cruelty.
that's how the universe works, is how he justify himself, apparently;
but it has little to no matter to me, i let go long of my sense of morality.
there are too many per-existing burdens awaiting our brief stab at mortality,
the worse of them being the bane of boredom, when it comes it comes quickly
and with no warning consumes your mind whole, leaving you to go crazy.
even though i enjoy all experiences once, that one I'll forever prefer to deny-
but I'll eagerly accept any other types of sinning, fore i relish my debauchery.

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