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My name is Beck

My name is Beck

treadmill life

Rising sun,
go to sleep
A new day has begun.
 
Wake up, afternoon,
Close my eyes,
Get up, see you soon.
 
Shower, breakfast change,
Close eyes,
Clean, rearrange.
 
Leave home,
Sigh,
Work, 'alone’.
 
Come home again,
close eyes,
Do it all my friend.
 
Two weeks,
Money.
Dreams, she seeks.

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Freedom of speech?

I keep checking, checking time, ch… My brain on overdrive and its kill… Mind controls, we can’t control th… You never can, are you people blin… Step back, pause, breath and rewin…
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priceless pain

They say moments are priceless, but what about those moments with people you loose? That shit sticks with you for ever, that pain stays. And you know what, that pain is priceless. Who w...
Two People. The Lonely Ones, by Edvard Munch
You never know until you know

I was suddenly released, as I was cried at your knees. Beg and pleaded, please Take me back Instead ur on a search
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not even counter clockwise

Everything stops, I look around. I am the only one moving, making a… Silence is a noise, I cannot hear… I get up I feel the ground, everyone is here, yet no-ones arou…
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you again.

I said that I had missed you, catching up has been hard. I was seeking closure. But you said you still miss me literally all the time.
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Truly anything is possible. The most unbelievable best thing. The most inconceivable worst thing. It all coexists in the same realm. But, to sit back an accept both with no preconceived...
choice

I made a choice, now I have to ru… If the universe picked this path f… Am I messing with fate, will the… I got to close my eyes and realize… I often miss things so much that…
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Resiliance

I’ve been trying to silence my min… How is it that nothing matters, an… everything still matters. As I walk the longest most vigoro… walk, I realize pain is beauty.
Guilt

Woke up a bit lighter, like a weight has temporarily been lifted off of me. New life paths unfolding in front… Reality with you felt like a dead…
No invitation

I always feel pressure It starts in my head Pushes it’s way out Through my chest This beating heart
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?Decisions

Should I love or should I hide? Should I stay or should I glide? Should I hold my tears and let go… Do you know me from the inside? How many seconds do you have to st…
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California Art Collector, by David Hockney
Wasted potential

The more you run from something, the more it begins to follow you. The thing you want to stop thinkin… is the only thing on your mind. What ends, will always being.
Venetian sisters, by Federico Beltran Masses
Questions

I feel like I have lived a thousa… Every photograph a different perso… Each memory a lifetime ago. The future already seems like a me… and here I am seeing the endless p…
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Grey

What ever is black and white, Does not describe tomorrow . What is grey, describes the next 7… A hollowed out truth, nothing expe… We tore down the walls of tomorrow…
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stomach it

I had to stomach it, swallow it whole. It eats away at me. Hearing a play by play, of how great it is for everyone.



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