A HALF HEADED AND MORE THAN HALF HEARTED HUMAN
The empty tires and the duration of rain come enchanting to the world of insanes. No it's not me, it's not you, it's about all the sanes who profoundly knows that insanity is the cluster of my ingenuine existence, enchanting to the dilemma that is life all about this? This embracing the eternal ties that fall apart and then fall back together to again fall back apart again and again! Bewildered! Decider! Damaged! Built !Dead! Lived! Durable! Broken!Monotonous! Interesting! Minded! Mindless !
All we are, only within the times, withered at nine and withered at incoherent crimes ! Burnt by birth and bruised by parallels of prudency! I seek exile, but with you! But then again this world would say! If we two are together, it ain't exile! If you say so, let me come back to you and tell you that he incompletes me further and takes me away from perfection of eviction as I want to be an exception to go far by near to the most imperfect being in the world and that is the non existential version of me that seek no existence, no appropriation of absolute exile, no more improvement, but more degradation, no ideal self to fit in for the society or fit out for the rebel!
Just an incomplete inception between half heaven and half hell human, who is unaffected by hate and hurt but still capable of healing and still remaining hollow as we all half hearted human who are habile of to reconcile from our profound impatience with practised passiveness also with unprincipled persuasion and parallel pretense . (AT ALL TIMES! AND ALL MINES! WITH HIM BEING HERS! AND HER BEING HESITANT OF HEALING AS SHE WAS ASSASSINATED BY EVERY HOSPITABLE "HE" THAT SHE FOUND WHEN THE CLOCK TICKED AT HALF PAST NINE )
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