Middle Weight
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IP:
Life is half spent before we know what it is.
-George Herbert
Trapped in a smoke-n-mirrors room..
Physical boundries outweighed by common sense
Not feeling a tad of desperation..
Some people might call this "being spent"..
Not sure where i'm going..
Reflections want to resort back
To a time, where games were life..
The truth playing "peek-a-boo" with my mind..
.. and somehow i find a way to lose..
Suddenly the rooms change..
and my scenery is suddenly distorted..
paint covers the walls..
colors indescribable..
meaning irrelevant.
doesn't matter.
any more.
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accomplishments:
being better than you @ life x9.
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