So all the while, 'till I'm gone, make my words important: So if I slip away, if I die today
Kid Cudi
Compulsive behavior, self-destructive patterns, and the fight to break free. 8 poems live in this room.
Every poem gathered beneath this lyric.
No. 31
The real prison
Don't let your power of choice be consumed by the bitterness and frustration
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No. 39
Don't let it build
There are so many reasons. It can build up inside of you like trash slowly filling an empty garbage can.
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No. 48
Invisible prisons you locked yourself in
The long coupon bus rides To the neon towers in the darkness. The buzzers on the unmarked doors,
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No. 81
Let the wind die down
What you didn't have— A cycloned prophecy in your mind. Yet it was still you who stole
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No. 84
As your lungs fill
The pull of return from the forced pause Exists within you—
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No. 86
The escape with no roadmap
The escape with no roadmap Where any path you choose to walk Is nothing more than
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No. 100
The bars, the windows,
The bars, the windows, The shadows, the symbols. The nights, the bed—
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No. 102
Off the Avenue
Oh, how I wished I could have been driving Straight to you, on the long highway On those lonely, dark nights
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