You may be surprised by my candor-
often I contemplate how I loathe.
I think on that impulse to justify it…
With reason of complacency that is shown.
We seem to be so comfortable in our lives.
Cozy and calm. Hiding behind our misery.
We’re our own confidant, if we do not trust.
We’re our own pleaser, if we start to lust,
but why do I loathe such?
often I contemplate how I loathe.
I think on that impulse to justify it…
With reason of complacency that is shown.
We seem to be so comfortable in our lives.
Cozy and calm. Hiding behind our misery.
We’re our own confidant, if we do not trust.
We’re our own pleaser, if we start to lust,
but why do I loathe such?
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