Staring away at the world thinking that its so peaceful wondering how it would look if time was as equal too the days that we count, Wondering what it would be like to look at life at a standstill;
Would it be the same as you picture or watching the evils of Lucie unfold as she tilts her crown, A shame as to what we uncover, step in line we all have a number;Waiting to be called as we live the out lived and trying to stay humble when life feel like a pill, Getting to attach to what life is suppose to be, all in all I just want to be free and rise above the quoted statistic am I ballistic or am I setting a noted standard for the stranded;
I'm only writing to inquire this pattern for lonely and the crippled stanza. So let me get ahold to this mic and continue to spit the image for you, you, and you as I grip this pen to write the truth.
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