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Everyone is apathetic, so I find solace in writing to myself.
The stubborness of idealism always provides the path
That path rarely leads to the criticism of others
That path usually leads to changing oneself.
One day,
I'll say goodbye.
And dissapear.
One day,
All that will remain
Are memories.
I've suffered much but that is not in my thoughts,
If I considered myself a victim I'd take less responsibility.
It's important to prioritize oneself for longevity,
But sometimes it would be nice to be loved back.
One day,
I'll see a star.
And it will all make sense.
One day,
I'll melt away.
And become a passing thought.
I'm not sad but maybe a little happy
I feel resolved because i've surrendered
Bowed down to the conscience that will kill me
But keeps me looking at the sky.
One day,
All that will remain
Are pictures of me.
One day,
All that will remain
Is my Ideology.
Something familiar
Something safe
Anything compassionate,
Devotedly there.
One day...
Oh maybe one day.
One day...
But probably one day.
One day...
One day...
One day...
It will all make sense. |
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