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I wait for the world to end.
I wait because I know it'll happen,
I wait because I fear losing,
I wait because I do.

My world is everything Wanted,
The hopes and dreams I hold.
A beautiful sight,

Its the thing that stops,
minds turn into a wasteland,
buzzing burns bodies to the core,
like the waiting of yellowstone,
anticipating erruption. 

My 
     Mind

Imagine the roads had no more lines,
books words were all in german,
The sun left behind the yellow,
And barrels all ran out of bourbon.

Imagine the stop lights became purple, 
The morning started at night,

Even though I feel that I do not belong,
I feel that the world becomes easier.

Because I give myself to you,
When I belong with you it becomes easier.
I’m less afraid of myself 

It's the squeak of my winter boots,
As i walk down the hall it radiates, 
Its high pitch annoys the many.

But rather squeaky than soggy.

It's the awkward puffy appearance,
That stands out against the sneakers,