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still in what i've always done, yet steadfast because i've just begun,
a bottomless well, with no reward, like a half mended sword,
trying to defend a well made modest friend, but in the end,
i must say we all become exponential divided and unified divedends,
a pension, or an unpaid tention in the rope, that I toke,
to pass the time, is it all really worth the rhyne in my mind,
turning like the tides of the sands of time,
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i take inside what i could've been,
alive with what i've never seen,
a ride somewhere in between,
torn through the ether realms, gashed in the inner dreams,
what im trying to say is, saying something misleading,
im speaking about my mind, drifting thoughts with compressed time,
stuttering and remaining mimed,
outside the box, yet inside this paradox,
stuck with no escape, it's so hard to say you feel the same way,
yet these confused memories stayed so long for me on replay,
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or as shy as a bluebird song, that steps to close to the wrong,
ears of the day, and gets drowned away, gasping for the one day,
that it could have a voice, yet soft shallow, dead, with no rejoice,
our society is failing, a daft wall for such a prolonged end.