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I'm shaking in my distress Overanalyzing as anyone does And I miss the cold, tactless reverences Of addressing the grand accord that is godliness in life The scheme of things and its lack of direction Just so no opposition wins in the end. I miss feeling wholly myself Without this medication And never in my life had I thought That I would become the epitome of those people I once looked up to Those who would always stagnate Between themselves and another person Just so they could get their point across Because sitting on the floor, helplessly in my room Agonizing over my utter pointlessness And straying from it all at the same time- thinking That I could possibly have made a dent I have come to realize that no one would understand, but maybe in this lowly point of communication with you You may understand this: Everything you do has an impact Everything And should it be for good or bad There is the opposition come again And it will refute you. |