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Rhetoric can't raise the dead
I'm sick of always talking when there's no change
Rhetoric can't raise the dead
I'm so sick of empty words
Lets lead, not follow.
I lost a good friend today, someone I respected and admired more than this meaningless rhetoric can even describe. It's my fault, I should have trusted him. But I'm such a skeptic and I act on impulse. My mind kind of escapes my body and I find my mouth speaking false convictions. I dont trust easily, much less trust someone who is 4000 miles away from me. But I loved him and because of that I should have just let it pass until we could be together. I'm a fuckhead.
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The air I breathe burns my lungs a thousand times over. There's a focal point before me and I will stop at no means to attain it. I will walk an unlimited number of miles, die numerous deaths. My hands start to tingle and my body tightens. My vision is blurring. I will not cease til I catch my pray, til I bite that carrot you endlessly dangle before me.
I accellerate, I walk, I decellerate
The wind starts blowing profusely. I'm at the ocean, I can smell the salty air. I inhale as the burn subsides. It's a subtle remedy, that ocean air. Liberation is waiting just around the corner.