Looking at life make me seem basic yet I still follow the path to this unknown world presence that holds my deepest darkest secrets, I chose to be different;
Why do I feel different on the inside? Like some one died instantly to relive a played out dream through the view of my eyes; maybe I feel alive, Second guessing to my disadvantage I stay floating on this roller coaster, sorting out the dips and flips to each corruption that took a uturn that made me stutter each word like a trick;Constantly searching for the words to break me in, I'm a guest box and blatant within, I'm an addict to my own crime I stop the clock when the hands drop and force me to dance like a lifeless puppet I only can mutter out the words like I'm southern.
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