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Perfect Sequence
At times, sinking back into that shell,
Of my own innocence and acceptance,
And I put all of my faith in everyone,
And their own despection and arrogance.
And now I reflect back to my past,
And how different the circumstance,
To everyone else it's all about clothes,
Make up, image, not consequence.
Everyone thought you all were close,
And didn't ever see the true distance,
That everyone put between them in,
Pety mind games and their own dominance.
No one saw I wasn't a part of that,
Despite my words of pure eloquence,
I hid everything about who I am,
And weakened my own existance.
I think back to when I was like them,
When clothes seemed of great importance,
And my "friend" lied the whole time,
And left me al alone, pure grievance.
And since that one moment in time,
I just led a life of slight ignorance,
And now I'm just al alone in self-pity,
Bathing in my own inexistance.
Now what I believe in and stand up for,
To those before it's only irrelevance,
To them I'm just some depressed soul,
With a heart full of only malevolence.
But I don't walk with my head down,
They think lonlieness should be a penance,
I won't hang my head to their insults,
Because none of it's of any relevance.
I just have to deal and put up with it,
Because those people lack substance,
And all the pain and hate in my words,
Comes out in perfect sequence
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