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[dull boy]

Honestly, I'm tired of this ***ophony of liars. It's dawned on me we're mired in this constant string of briars.
Everyone scratching and clawing at the mask they evolve in. Happiness lost when being sad is a problem
we're too brash to absolve. It's ego and worry that keeps people so surly. We go from steeples to needles to keep you from hurting.
We're all diseased, but the surface we keep clean, like we're perfect. Through my reading and learning I've made peace. Now I'm searching
for hands to hold. For more than what's formed in romance we know. Enchanted? No. More like candid growth
with another 'damaged' soul. Together we dance alone down these rambling road. This hammock bolts
between these trees near our family's home. In the breeze we swing 'til our panic goes and we land YOU HOE.
Misery loves company. Roaming dating sites for those complacent eyes. A lonely anguished type to poke and play with. Hi.
I'm a loner. Hate my life and mostly wait to die, but chose to stay alive 'cause maybe I could make a joke that makes you smile.
We're all tortured, right? Borderline misfits forced to find intent. Mortified we aren't normal. I'm different. Glorify misfortune. Bored and dry witted.