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Lifetime Full of HolesEverything I am This precious woven gown of guilt and rejected Sincerity. I'm a poison fed to children The child of my soul Asbestos forcefed I'm already long dead the deepest blackest hole.
Where did the empathy go? I've succumbed to my frustrations ill will and alienations And now I've nothing left to show just a lifetime full of holes.
Jon Olsavsky. |
We Do All These Thingswe all do these things over and over and over and nobody ever understands anybody else's pain.
but we feel all these things we all feel these things over and over and over and nobody even sees anybody else's pain but we are all the same. -Jon Olsavsky- |