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I risen from the dead or is it just in my head. Never asleep in bed, always looking down my news feed. I wish i could sleep, up in heat, no one to rub my feet. Who to talk to; who to call...when i fall. Imagining taking my test hell yall all will be stressed. It's pointless to speak, it's pointless to write no one understands my journey at flight. Let's take a hike with a white guy name mike. Something different, something new, something that flew to a state you knew. Still awake with my crew, up singing with my dog blue, she's part of the crew, didn't you knew.
Copyright act,2014 (Shavon P.)
