Man I loved being abused And I think you did too Kinda wish it wasn't over Please come back my four leaf clover Maybe it's no self respect My problem is that I easily forget You and I are the same in that And I think you also want to come back I think the abuse was love A traumatized version from above Neither of us could admit it So we kinda had to split it As Kanye says run away There's nothing left for us to say Except that u can always come back But remember we'll both be under attack
Some will say the day comes and goes,
And some will be caught in its glory, or even its deadliness.
Days will go by either way, whether you long for a better tomorrow, you have that better tomorrow, or you are nihilistic.
At some point, the recognition of your stay isn't enough, and you will disappear into unwatedness.
And then you will even have thoughts destroyed of your being.
Wishful thinking breeds your mind, your will, your want of virtue, and even your love.
But this wishful thinking, although it's your essence, is completely disregarded.
Sometimes there will be points in your life in which destiny has no direction.
Those points define your desires.
Those points are really sharpening you, as an individual.
If matter is you, you won't be alive in matter.
Consciousness is not real, you are simply too difficult to be alive.
And yes, you won't be you anymore.
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