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August, 2003 Did I really think that? Did I say that? Or did I imagine the whole thing? After all, I'm insane Psychotic, depressed Lunatic, Getting closer an closer To the borderline You dare not name. Fear on you like Cheap cologne No used as sacred grounding breath But as marinade Your whole soul is marinated In the fear of something You didn't plan, you didn't control I am not your Frankenstein bride To be pieced together in your Green-blooded image. I am a fully-formed Athena Birthed from my past But you would rather I burst forth from some Iron maiden of your shaping The perfect geek princess With no demands And the desire to fuck Like a bunny on your Whim. So you see, I guess it wasn't meant to be You and me Because I refuse to Lose my mind or my Self to earn the prize The price to play got too high And you refused to Negotiate. So here we are Debating mythologies And I say I worship The sky, the earth The living Not the flow of electrons And you say it does not Compute And dump the core Fresh kernel Fresh start While I pick up the pieces And wonder why I can't seem to care today I did yesterday And no fairy dust is in Evidence So it must be Just me.
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