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Starting becomes an adherent
Obstacle
When all objections are raised
Beforehand,
In the head
Knowing what one can and will
Say against whatever is being
Expressed
Because it circles that way, in every
Single
Direction.
Friends are the police I'm the police
We define everything here
And push out what is unacceptable
Sometimes only based on (its all the same-- it's inside)
Fear and you get so used t pushing (we don't see eye to eye- we don't)
Things away (realize)
That a good idea becomes (we were wrong)
Indistinguishable from a bad one (look inside, you can see it)
So we remain unchanged,
Never able to grow
This fear driving our controlled sides
We're pushing everything away
That could potentially
Save us, we don't know what we're
Killing
We just keep wheeling down the
Same old rut
Policing each other, socializing,
Stuck here like the children,
Like the fucking kids we are.
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