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Mind of a Misfit

March 10, 2015
By Soap_Box_Preacher GOLD, Naperville, Illinois
Soap_Box_Preacher GOLD, Naperville, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
Locking yourself up with such things, letting them stir, using these pure psychic creations as raw material, and deciding, each time, how much or little you’re going to participate in your own act of creation, just what you’ll stake, what are the odds, just how far are you going to go – that’s called being a writer. And you do it alone in a room.


State of the art scars line beautiful skin.
The mind forms criminal thoughts laced with sin.
We fall prey to those lying in the dark.
The walls cave in, I’m sinking.

We can’t hide our wasted youth.
Sinister pretending is no use.     
Take my hand and we’ll run,     
From all the absentminded love.
         
They will never understand.    
We burn out only to be reborn again.    
Surrender to their rules no more.  
They’re not worth living for.

Standing on the edge of all the glory,
thinking we don’t deserve to tell the story.
They told us it was a phase.
We’re not a disgrace.

We’re just different.
We.
Are.
Misfits.



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