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Thoughts being played of you on the next level
Conscious is playing sides like God and the devil
All this time I thought you were special
Writing these poems one day, I hope to be successful
Try to make it day by day to reach the might temple
Wherever that may be I do not want to settle
Even if in the end I live my life in a vessel
I ignored all the rumors about you, but I heard you had several
Thank God I kept my legs on lockdown like a pretzel
My heart shakes with pain it doesn't even tremble
The disgust I feel so damn stressful
Would like to box up these thoughts but all they do is wrestle
Even when I write my poems the stress breaks my pencil
I know there is no potential
To even feel helpful
I feel like my life has left me more sentimental
Always thought I was respectful
While you were out there being disrespectful
Paid attention to all that temptation
My heart not worn on my sleeve, just split up in a station
No one needs to see me cry in aggravation
You are just as messed up as this whole nation
Just feel my heart flow in cremation
By then the pain will be in a distant location
