casting a believable smile
feeling of dirt and grime
and failing to be agile, then the rhyme is even poor and less then. When your life is of a certain age and your standing at that stupid fucking crossroad right or left? I'm going down the fucking center through the bramble and the brush. Like I always do, always take the hard road, never a dainty walk to the next moments or divisions of life. Im a reluctant rhino, bashing through the forest not seeing what was ahead of me, finally being stuck in the mud of my own making, muck of the most terrifying kind.
Your left separate and unknowing, and your left with a life you don't recognize, peering at yourself through the looking glass and trying to get your attention "Hey! YOU! Wake up! Something Wrong! even though you realize it you realize it too late...
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