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Slaughterhouse - Slow Gherkin
Fourteen years of cynicism boredom and anxiety
Fourteen years of thinking that my teachers were all dead against me
If there
Were two
Versions of me
Separated by five minutes
Elder twin would look upon me
Shudder with embarrassment
Every time I scrutinize this truth it slaps me in the face
Reminding me my righteousness will now and forever more pervade
Fourteen years resenting peers and thinking I could rise above
All my truths dissolve before me
All my truths except for one
I detest
I accept
I detest
I accept
Oft I try to find the place where all my contradictions blend
Though all that I have thought will think
Then blink and I'm a freshman again
If there
Were two
Versions of me
Separated by five minutes
Elder twin would look upon me
Shudder with embarrassment
I detest
I accept
I detest
I accept
Tomorrow's here it
Tomorrow's here it
Tomorrow's here it
Tomorrow's here it
Tomorrow's here it
Tomorrow's here it
Tomorrow's here it
It's already gone yeah