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The hard truth
It starts with a little scarred tissue,
In your heart and your understanding,
But as time passes, things get worse,
The scarred tissue grows, it digests
More of your personality, it will
Consume your very being,
Individuality and independence.
You'll be like a barking dog,
Tied to a fence,
Unable to free yourself, without anyone offering help oder solace.
In the passing time, you'll rethink
What you've done false and
Where did you take a wrong turn.
But it's to late.
The leash around your neck gets
Tighter every second of your Awakening, choking the last
Reserve of oxygen
Out of your lungs,
You'll be lying there on the floor,
Alone, with a miserable collar
You'll no longer want to wear.
- sissy
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In your heart and your understanding,
But as time passes, things get worse,
The scarred tissue grows, it digests
More of your personality, it will
Consume your very being,
Individuality and independence.
You'll be like a barking dog,
Tied to a fence,
Unable to free yourself, without anyone offering help oder solace.
In the passing time, you'll rethink
What you've done false and
Where did you take a wrong turn.
But it's to late.
The leash around your neck gets
Tighter every second of your Awakening, choking the last
Reserve of oxygen
Out of your lungs,
You'll be lying there on the floor,
Alone, with a miserable collar
You'll no longer want to wear.
- sissy
© All Rights Reserved
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