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There's scratches on my glasses
They seem to blur all my existence But in the same way they are testament To what I've seen and how I view all this Isn't that just like life? Starry-eyed how we begin Then we're introduced to sin Then it dulls and scrapes our lens Corrupted... destruction within Then we can't see differently Hatred comes so easily Allowing the world to cloud our sight When no one really knows what's right Buy a new pair of glasses Change your frames, kid
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Author"Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls." - Anais Nin Archives
February 2023
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