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2019-02-23
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you can be Kesha
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and I'll be Alice.
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Alice,
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Alice,
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Arisu,
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*I never meant to hurt you, Arisu.*
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*I love you, Arisu.*
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I hurt,
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and I hurt back,
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and I disappear,
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and I forget
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the light and the dark
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a construct as old as time itself
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the duality that lies at the heart of mankind
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the god and the devil
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the sun and the moon
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the blue and the gold
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the new and the old
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the ancient father
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of every daughter I've known
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but I don't know if I'll make it through this night.
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is it because I'm trapped in an institution that does naught but suck money from me?
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is it because, no matter where I go on this Wired, I keep making an asshat of myself?
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how many licks does it take to get to the center of a trademarked corporate candy?
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a-one, a-two, a-three!
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the world may never know,
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*and I sure as hell don't!*
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with aching knees and a heavy heart,
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I push myself off the floor
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and decide that I will keep fighting.
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for what, I know not
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for who, I remember not
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but even though my feet yearn for rest
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my heart must keep thumping
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it is 4:04 in the morning
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and a phone's brightness is blaring into the night
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abandoned by its owner
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and I have had gods at my feet
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and angels in my arms, in my hair, touching everywhere
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even if I cannot remember what they've said
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Seliph the Indomitable,
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Seliph the E'er-Complete,
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it shines above and crawls below
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and guides along my feet
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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