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Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself
And covered with a perfect shell
Such a charming beautiful exterior
Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes
Perfect posture, but you're barely scraping by
But you're barely scraping by

This is one time, this is one time
That you can't fake it hard enough to please
Everyone or anyone at all, or anyone at all
And the grave that you refuse to leave
The refuge that you've built to flee
The places that you have come to fear the most
It's the place that you have come to fear the most

Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself
And hidden in the public eye
Such a stellar monument to loneliness
Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes
And perfect makeup but you're barely scraping by
But you're barely scraping by

Well this is one time, well this is one time
That you can't fake it hard enough to please
Everyone or anyone at all, or anyone at all
And the grave that you refuse to leave
The refuge that you've built to flee
The places that you've come to fear the most
It's the place that you have come to fear the most

And you can't fake it hard enough to please
Everyone or anyone at all, or anyone at all
And the grave that you refuse to leave
The refuge that you've built to flee
The places that you've come to fear the most
It's the place that you have come to fear the most
It's the place that you have come to fear the most

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There is blood in the water.

Like ravaneous sharks, they seek to feast on my flesh. They desire the bounty found within me. I float at their mercy...

I received a job offer where I work at. I kept it hidden for a while, but today I had my interview and I was no longer able to keep it a secret... The truth is out and so is the position. A wolf cry is heard in the distance. I can hear them all around me. Though the dangers are hidden, they won't be for long... I pray it won't become a battle for survival.

And I begin to wonder, do I really want to live like this? A warzone known as "adulthood" and the job market? Or do I wish to venture somewhere else? Do some good in the world instead... But is there really any difference? Isn't it all just different kinds of warzones?
I don't know. All I know is that I wish to no longer be a part of the mold. I no longer want to survive. I wish to surpass and conquer. Taste the thrill of victory. No longer crawl through things on my belly but charge full force with sweat in my eyes and their scent in my nostrils.

I want to rage with the beast within.

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