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My Glass House

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  • 2004.06.29
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While I sit alone in this room I've got crates full of sorrow Even more filled with shadows That i fish out and ridicule when i'm felling lonely. I'm lacking sense, but bound in a very specific direction It's phonomenal and unprecedented It's a chip of the old block and a step up the new ladder. Mr. Scribe, I write to you pen and penchant aimed to pour over a fool left with no more rhymes I'm poeticlly franchised. I'm in charge for the day in terminal wanderlust I've excited my worst thoughts exorcised what was lost am i a bad seed sprouting up or am i not? I'm sure what sad is But listless i'm not my lists are never ending and my emotions aren't store-bought and tears, they either decieve or endure me I'm your little golden nugget collecting dust Bored with my own stale and directed thoughts In a place where so much life and loves abound It's amazing how little tempts me from my glass house.

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