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Me Against the World

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TheMarrowind

Published: Nov 26, 2012

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Lost within a world of apathy;
such agony.
Practically sitting on the edge of tragedy;
such a catastrophe.

My mentality is such a calamity;
the audacity of that analogy.
Elaborately I express my insanity;
with such brutality.

And yet, ever so casually,
I sit on the fence of normality;
the formality of my mortality.
Yet again, it's all in vanity.

My life is such a travesty;
but still, such a fantasy.
My life perhaps is a rhapsody;
and I will patently, so valiantly,
live my life with majasty;
amnesty, lazily and happily.

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It took me maybe ten minutes to write. It may be a little confusing, but that was the point. I stuck to one rhyming scheme to give it a different feel, so, it is different than what I am used to.
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