| The Pragmatics of False Consciousness | ||||||||||
| Wie allein fuhlt es, un Leute zu sein (July 2005) noone can see beneath this exterior a coat of armour worn to close out discard all the emptiness that fills me to the bone how long can i go on pretending faking a smile to take the wear of someone else's tear taking the hits till no longer able to feel cold smile frozen into oblivion i fumble through alone in this place not expecting nor wanting anyone to accompany me this darkness not meant to be shared noone else will i ever scar even if it means succombing to my own selfish lonliness to not forsake the innocent that can never truly understand the misunderstood and trudge on blindly numbly into the future bitter but no way out no sane way to live in this world so forsake "reality" and see how much simpler the ways of the insane are calm raging storm of nothing you were never meant to comprehend never looking back forgotten you all bleed into some sick blur of what was never meant to be and i stay the same but not just unnoticing of those things that don't matter.... after all what could possibly matter? |
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School this atmosphere stifles my creativity- that left handed side of the brain that does not rely on ration and reason but intuition but here everything is regimented "everything in the world is black or white" they tell me i don't belive them that's why it is difficult to deal with the masses of people that they have convinced of their convictions to buy their lies to believe their disguise makes me jsut want to crawl in a hole and be alone wiht my soul |
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