Picking up the days as it goes by, trying to right my wrong and fight the flight I had caused; standing in my mess I pick up the pieces that was crushed and glue them back to my heart and dust off my Shady parts;
Am I really disgusted with myself? Or really is it the energy that people leave me, describing myself to others who may be undercover that try to sign me out to be someone else's dream , I keep beating myself up from the things that was told to me, being controlled and manipulated turn my mind into an incinerator;
saying that life is just the way it is but, my heart telling me to feel everything that life has to give; going through this head over heels motion I get sea sick; hoping one day I will out shine the depths within, opening the dirty parts of me trying to wash them clean I can still see the stain that remains I will never let that make me feel printed on the wall that divided my situations and my anticipations;
I'd rather let the shitty, the dark, the conniving parts show even when it's not apart of me, I stay shuffling to what the guidance showed me but, how can I? when my feet keeps moving towards the sea surrounding myself with peace; I take a deep breath and let my soul sneeze
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