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    "title": "some stuff that's kinda sad i guess (poem/lyrics)",
    "content": "A foot tapping frustration.  \nAn idea old and sore.  \nTruth be told, were not as bold  \nAs believed of us before.  \nCan you be taught to feel?  \nCan you have peace shoved down your neck?  \nOr have you learned that jaded war is our eternal trek?  \n  \nFeign a smile, force a rhyme.  \nSo goddamn late never felt so right on time.  \nOh, she’s just stoned out of her mind.  \nWe lose ourselves to the trivial sublime.  \nStill awake, your life’s a crime.  \nToo numb to move, but everything’s just fine.  \n  \nWhich part of you feels good when you let go of yourself?  \nWhich part just prays to crash down from the sky?  \nWhich part just wants to hide away up high on dusty shelf?  \nWhich part begs you to cheat and steal and lie?  \nWould it be safe to bet you that each aspect found within,  \nAttests to why you never even try?  \nOr would you prefer to keep your name and claim it ghastly sin,  \nThat deep down you would rather just go die?  \n  \nI rolled slow to the side of the bed,  \nAvoiding eyes where my love is spent.  \nLeak thoughts to the edge of the room  \nAnd back again to stay and loom.  \nA soft voice comin’ from his heart,  \nAskin’ me “Where do I even start?”  \nI think hard and give it time,  \nAnd request pours out with a droning rhyme:  \n  \nJust tell me everything.  \nJust tell me what began.  \nJust tell me anything.  \nJust tell me god’s at hand.  \nJust tell me where we are.  \nJust tell me what’s human.  \nJust tell me what we are.  \nJust tell me where time ran.  \n  \nI sit cold and blend a while.  \nAnother moment, another child.  \nI hear thoughts that can’t be said.  \nAnother body, another bed.  \nIt’s fine, well make some room,  \nAnother war is set to bloom.  \nHot tears in a mother’s eyes,  \nAs her baby begs what hope denies:  \n  \nJust tell me everything.  \nJust tell me what began.  \nJust tell me anything.  \nJust tell me god’s at hand.  \nJust tell me where we are.  \nJust tell me what’s human.  \nJust tell me what we are.  \nJust tell me where time ran.  \n  ",
    "createdAt": "2025-05-08T07:44:34.812Z",
    "visibility": "public"
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