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it's never that good at first, it always has to fake it.

manifesto of the sadsappysucker

the art of the moment is a performance piece

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no one ever scored a goal because

there was nowhere to put the ball at rest

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to decay is to replenish

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guarding my few moments of bliss in life

some the keeper never lets out

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any where but up

all the dreamers continue believing in the steps

that will lead you there

frantic is an understatement

sedated is a state of mind

I want the frames to align

finally revealing the picture of a woman

the arches in the thought process get me low

when you figure it out is when you'll loose it

all

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self destruction is something I know how to achieve, everyone's an illusion of solidity, yet we are all particles clustering and leeching, seeding and moving on