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
Notice the time once again
Laminating its officiality in the minds of the perceivers
Through the flow of morality, of experience, and of the functions of life.
The time,
Leaning its influence and fate on the gas pedal of motion
Leading us into a chasm or into greater pastures
The anticipation never fades.
Attracting souls together
Through love, mutuality, and empathy
Time interacts with experience in seemingly opposite ways.
Though time attracts
It also detaches
From one soul to another
Time fades when life collapses.
Between this collapse and birth,
Time runs
Through enjoyment, and through resentment
Time mirrors our contortion
Though time continues without our consent,
We learn to love the joys and hate the bads
Our experiences reflect time's wishes,
And we hope beyond its restrictions.
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