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Dotcoma — What's The Word I'm...
Published: 2010-01-18 01:47:03 +0000 UTC; Views: 232; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 5
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It's days like today that submitted and committed feel like the same fucking wordI feel repressed
And you know modesty isn't my little black dress
But I'm humbled
I feel hallowed by your word
And hollowed facing your image
Excuse me if I mumble
You know uncertainty drives me wild
But not when it's staring back
This must be the strongest stream of stagnancy I've encountered
My face couldn't begin to convey the panic
Even if it wants to
The happiest depression
The depth of those lines are complemented by gesture
I've never been less pressed
Its malignance has consumed
Everything that has me upset
I know it's terminal
I know it's fatal
It's flawless
And I'm compelled and coerced to mimic the definitive
Would writing more analogies help my cause
It's self-medication
I have nothing to earn
Just my own esteem
My single peer couldn't be deterred
I know there are no terms
I know it's fate
I'm humbled
And clawing at something to be sad for
Please tell me
What's the word I'm looking for?
