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dull boy · 12-10-2014, 09:00 PM

I've got some serious issues. I'm serious, if you could peer into this dude's mirror, you'd quit, too. Suicidal. Refused denial but used it while. You learn to choose. Out to prove. Still lose your smile. I reminisce on remembering simpler days. Thats such a general phrase. Simpler days. Perspective is clouded by what you've been subjected to. Bounding you to selective surroundings. I project what's around me and how it infected my

what's the perfect word, I know it's there, one the verse deserves. It's close... it's... rare? No. That's not supposed to FLAIR. Ugh. Why don't I know. This is how I genius I am. If I can't spend 15 minutes rewording a thought so it fits with a rhyme scheme then how genius could I BE?? Please. Don't read this. My mind's week. It's been years since I had the desire to try... like I said; serious issues. Bitter. Collecting regrets. Obsessive. Possessive. Takes medicine. Frets. Hates ingesting 'em. Stressed. A wreck. No rest til he's dead.

It's all such a pagent. I'm lost in this madness. It sounds so calm in this rapping. So disconnected. So far, you detach it. These thoughts I imagine are far from a passive yawn, they've impacted. I'm haunted. ITS TRAGIC. Everything seems like a pagent. If I say my life is tragic, you reference it to fiction you've happened to witness and pack it so it fits in your atlas. The way one that exists so you're happy. So everything's this and it's that thing. This is so simple. Easily grasped. So you can reason it as nothing outside the reach that you've had. These kind of thoughts are diseasing my laugh. I've become evil. A dad who screams at his lad 'cause he can't appreciate what he has. Younger me knew it would happen. Took pride in seeing the patterns of others. I suffer. Beyond a casual bad day. I've had a past I can't out race. A future I can't make. A present too damn pained. I genuinely try to get through it, but Im too into it. My life's ridiculous. THAT RHYMED.

Or did it? While inspecting my work I've must interject, that that word may or may not have been perfection. The verse wasn't directed so stern. More of a method I learned to just let what's said/selected be heard. It's refreshing. "Definitely, sir."

12-10-2014, 09:00 PM	#1
dull boy consults Lloyd Join Date: Aug 2013 Posts: 4,053 Battle Record: 0-8 Champed -1-2 Punch League Roast Rep Power: 39345604	Blehevshsixjxbs I've got some serious issues. I'm serious, if you could peer into this dude's mirror, you'd quit, too. Suicidal. Refused denial but used it while. You learn to choose. Out to prove. Still lose your smile. I reminisce on remembering simpler days. Thats such a general phrase. Simpler days. Perspective is clouded by what you've been subjected to. Bounding you to selective surroundings. I project what's around me and how it infected my what's the perfect word, I know it's there, one the verse deserves. It's close... it's... rare? No. That's not supposed to FLAIR. Ugh. Why don't I know. This is how I genius I am. If I can't spend 15 minutes rewording a thought so it fits with a rhyme scheme then how genius could I BE?? Please. Don't read this. My mind's week. It's been years since I had the desire to try... like I said; serious issues. Bitter. Collecting regrets. Obsessive. Possessive. Takes medicine. Frets. Hates ingesting 'em. Stressed. A wreck. No rest til he's dead. It's all such a pagent. I'm lost in this madness. It sounds so calm in this rapping. So disconnected. So far, you detach it. These thoughts I imagine are far from a passive yawn, they've impacted. I'm haunted. ITS TRAGIC. Everything seems like a pagent. If I say my life is tragic, you reference it to fiction you've happened to witness and pack it so it fits in your atlas. The way one that exists so you're happy. So everything's this and it's that thing. This is so simple. Easily grasped. So you can reason it as nothing outside the reach that you've had. These kind of thoughts are diseasing my laugh. I've become evil. A dad who screams at his lad 'cause he can't appreciate what he has. Younger me knew it would happen. Took pride in seeing the patterns of others. I suffer. Beyond a casual bad day. I've had a past I can't out race. A future I can't make. A present too damn pained. I genuinely try to get through it, but Im too into it. My life's ridiculous. THAT RHYMED. Or did it? While inspecting my work I've must interject, that that word may or may not have been perfection. The verse wasn't directed so stern. More of a method I learned to just let what's said/selected be heard. It's refreshing. "Definitely, sir." Last edited by dull boy; 12-10-2014 at 09:21 PM.