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The vintage years
Being brought back to oblivion
Tasting the scent as the obvious falls victim one last time
Swear to never talk about those bad times
Names change but all remains the same
Comfort in this isolated sickness
Equation for this emotional cage
Dissolved into a trap
This intellect a disaster on the emotional front
Teachings of this tolerant respect
Breaking rage over this spilled milk
Intellect
Torn apart
Bury this
Six feet deep
Exposed despair of unwanted emotion
Half lit smile to force a denial
Cynical scars of self devotion
Lying through another stage in life
Brought the devil to embrace
Forcing a question of confidence
Echoed words of past reprimands
Still pointing fingers to escape the blame
It's pointless
Stale regret
Sour taste
Gun to mouth
Buried friends bring closer enemies
These times are changing
Quest for the obvious
Through painfully normal years
When life seems to be less fragile
Ruin on the last stretch of stuggle
Decision in a premature failure
Selt taught irony in a school of personal trial
Personal war over self righteous needs
This repression
Excavates
A new emotion
Leaving me confined
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