Self
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everywhere i look i see abuse
everywhere i look i see abuse of others,
abuse of self
everywhere i look i see abuse
the food doesn’t have enough sugar,
the high doesn’t kill my ego enough,
the sex doesn’t make me feel numb enough
the love feels like satire with too many meanings .
either desire enough to resolve with wrath
or remove tension altogether to accept flowing outcomes .
to create may take an equal sacrifice .
you can’t chose who loves you or not .
let this be the reminder that,
you are loved; you are hated .
what’s the difference?
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all we have is ourselves, that’s why we’re willing to abuse ourselves before others; yet the latter is done unknowingly .
So are you surprised that I treat you this way?
Am I not lying to you the way you want me to lie to you?
Would you appreciate the honesty everyone avoids?
Or would you trust me because I’m indifferent to your opinion?
The truth is sweet when the taste is acquired .
Like the genitals we bury our faces in & the beer we drink to fit in .
At least I embrace these parts, why not make it look sexy?
Ascetics make a sport of lying to the self .
Balance is needed, but my brain needs more weight to grow .
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Some fight, some love .
Lovers are a step-ladder for those they love .
Fighters climb the walls with their calloused hands .
Of course we all have a choice, but be ready to face the cons of either side .
Do you want to be stepped on? Do you want to step on others?
Do you want to make yourself capable?
What happens when two people are capable?
Who steps on who?
Sounds like another illusion; I wouldn’t mind if you abused me just as long as I can understand why you must .
Because if you don’t abuse me, you’ll abuse yourself .
Pain breeds growth .
Time under tension breaks the muscle down to repair .
Don’t be afraid,
And don’t let anyone think you’re anything other than you .
We’re gonna hurt each other, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you .
If what you want is not me, then don’t lie to us .
You can’t have the righteous self without the evil self .
That would be rather selfish of you .
Imagine loving half of someone .
Let me abuse myself in peace & solitude .
Just like you do .
Because we love others enough to stay away .
Until we’ve recovered from our temporary episodes .
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Do you love me?
Ask me what I want from this existence .
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Do we want the same thing?
Or do we want to eat our flesh?
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Leave just enough hunger to work in the morning .
