Hoping that you see that everything on top is bleeding from my veins poured out to the surface which is on purpose; I see you opening your mouth trying to let the words come out but, its silent hoping that the world don’t see you off balance with a challenge to address the reason to your existence;
I feel you shifting, guided by your own interpretation you get lost from your perspective; hiding behind the walls of what you once was, scared to move through the crowd;You see some one taking your spot, so you stop and made a left at the next exit recanting the same lines that runs inside your head hoping that the vision you created isn't dead;
Praying that the emotions don't rott inside your head, you escape to an imprisonment that know one could see the person that you be, because every human being and living creature is not who they intend to be
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