The seaside water heals
The sunlight glistening the health
Our ships have sailed
The ports have been abandoned
A bandaid covers the salt we’ve mixed
Our separate waves keeps us moving
Fishing for flowers to bloom a boat ahead
The direction is clear in the sleep of the storm
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I feel awake sound asleep lately
Before hurricanes wrapped around my brain
The seaside water heals
I hear the light house is the halo
Hold me under, make me feel like an angel
While the light at the surface tears open our messenger bottles
Instead of me drowning in all these empty bottles
I’m graced with peace by the sunshine painted with pieces by the clouds
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I arrive to the shore
I feel the sunshine
My feet are healed in the sea
My soul is cleared by the heat
The light house is a clear mirror
The flowers are planted in the sand
While I walk away my name is engraved
No longer sinking only bliss in me singing

My pen is bending
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When my lights dim
The clips break
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I’m struggling  
Too hold everything together
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My sky view shows a pilot twist
The sunset spirals while my flight dies
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I see the windshield break
But I believe a blank canvas can still blink
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I’m suffering
Too keep my passion from being passed on
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•The one way spilts my paper into gray•
•My drive collided with my sight of color•
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The love of life
Drifts away
While my
Bullets create
Turns of O-pens
Circling back around
Too the plot of sunrises
The light begins a new trip
The wind brings back the shattered pieces
The glass is finally made to be seen through
And I start to see outside the review

I have a problem with paranoia
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My phone buzzes but it’s just a ghost
My phone rings but that’s just me thinking
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Driving fast made me feel more free then being in my own room
I’m being watched at home base
Someone is out here for another backstab
I’ve already lost my vibrance
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My peace has been disturbed
I’m rolling off the road
I can no longer go home
I’m rolling off the road
I can no longer quiet my conscious down
I’m hitting the rail
I’m rolling off of a dream
I’ve failed and there’s no more believing

Anytime I start looking up
Is usually when things start rolling down

Woke up for work
Wish I could’ve stayed up n’ be laced with the stars altitude

Woke up hungry
Wish I could’ve cooked, turning the heat up n’ getting ride of this starving attitude

Looked up a better life
Life is infamous in these deep searches
This sea is filled with webs
The salt is cooked right in
I’m no longer daydreaming
The fear is eating me here
Working for a number
Working to be a survivor
A show on how to live
Because believing isn’t working
I’m empty on the inside
And I’m starting to think about moving more towards the stars

The halo of my thought
The beam of my heart
The safety of my soul
Transformation my existence
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My favorite object in the universe
Is accompanied by the light of the sun
The sea welcomes both lights as to be one
The ocean dances, waving back to me
The moon holds the essence of me sinking
There are four lights in one passing image
A breathless air of escape is brought here
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When the light goes out, I want to be here
When the light goes out, I want the soul of the bulb to change
When the light goes out, I want the sea to blink
When the light goes out, I want the feeling of the sun to welcome the rest of the three
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The halo of the beam reflects the safety of the existence in the ships to be exactly like the light housed in...

I’m sorry if I can’t hold onto reality
My mind slips and displays colorful escapes
Some are painted red
The others drip down in blue
My eyes remain to you a blankless hue
My name can’t even awaken my mood
Trapped in a prismatic glass waiting for the light to polarize me
Both sides get the grip of a lilac view
The whole world is told to be a blank canvas
But the gravity of gray contrasts something different into the others actuality view
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Please find me a hue