One night, off my head, I lay there, looked to the side. Made in england. The platform we perform our trivia upon. Hurt, failure, success, acceptance. Caught twixt rust and glory I couldnt deside which was the more beautiful pursuit. No irony, just the lack of knowledge of where I fit in to societys scheme. I have, university's asking me to lecture on my thoughts, friends dieing from thier own choices, friends living glorious dreams of material achievement. Where do I belong. I don't want to lose either.
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