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Definition of Self & Exploration of Childhood Excellence

it's like a happy clown music
you'd hear it a circus
with a bit of spice
and a little heart
a touch of hallucination
and a random pinch of divination

it's a cure for all those
precious moments you spoiled
with secretions of blood and excitement
i can't seem to keep this thing in my pants
i can't seem to remember why

it's been my fault for so long
and now it's all finally coming together
mad inventions of gaseous explosions
lightning strikes and thunderous memory
it's all ringing in a glass

it's all breaking down now and again
it happened so quick
it all happened like this:

see, i forgot these mistakes
and they all came back to haunt me
like ghosts or nightmares
only her tears and cries were real
only her reasoning made sense

it held me in its grasp
like a funeral
or even a bad memory
like a monster waiting under the bed
only her love was making me deaf

i could hear

i'm not myself anymore
lauren, i've let go
i can't smell the trees anymore
the sound of water falls on silent ears
i've lost my knight in shining armor

i've lost you, fair maiden
where have you gone?

no, you're still standing tall
even as the heavens collapse around you
you smile and not a scratch becomes you
all bruised on the insides
but your soul sounds true
sounds like a river
smells like pine
looks like nature
and is stable, like mountains
like my kingdom
underneath a blue sky

i'm coming back from war
i'm coming back to life

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