Without dilution
Of introspect, integrity and call it all your own.
A unique identity.
An inane obscenity
To formulate a work with such little knowledge of the world.
Self indulgent and inconclusive.
Does it represent something of us all?
Not virtuous a contradiction.
Exhausting repetition until nothing can be heard.
A lack of dedication perseverance without indication.
As if every fleeting word is a measure of your worth.
What can you sacrifice? Without dilution Of introspect, integrity and call it all your own. A unique identity. An inane obscenity To formulate a work with such little knowledge of the world. Self indulgent and inconclusive. Does it represent something of us all? Not virtuous a contradiction. Exhausting repetition until nothing can be heard. A lack of dedication perseverance without indication. As if every fleeting word is a measure of your worth. Explain Request ×
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