The decline of I
I am the messiah of knowledge, but I am being punished for my ignorance.
I am the champion of idealism, but am suffering the defeats of realism.
I want it all, but I hurt from wanting too much.
I dream still. They look different through tear-stained eyes. But I still dream.
I am the champion of idealism, but am suffering the defeats of realism.
I want it all, but I hurt from wanting too much.
I dream still. They look different through tear-stained eyes. But I still dream.
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1 Comments:
Beautiful, and true. But, so melancholic. Pick your self up, sweetx. Are u the carrot, the egg, or tea leaves?
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