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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

Anchor


OxygenPlant

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Through each day I hang my head

Though itt's not without trying for the expression, to appear

That I am holding something worthwhile

I am a liar and a thief

For taking smiles that are not mine

and saying it is beacuse I am happy

There is an anchor sinking within me

Day in through day out, it drags me further

I am eye deep in the horrizon of the hallucination that is my own

This treading is monotonous,

I am no longer interested

I am disgraced to beg for my release from this hazardous chain

This chain that has claimed me

'To death to us part,' it whispers to me

and it has given me every reason to believe, it is bearing truth

that I am the other half to this black and white parity

I ask helplessly for the answer,

For where my smile has wandered?

In my face, it laughs.

A penalty for the knowledge

As even if I were to chance upon it

Why would it stay with me

My smile being the conformist

Alongside whatever else touches my existance.

Detatched.

Everything but my anchor.

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