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Be sure about yourself
In hell it’s all for nothing
Get lost and come back in the morning.

Be sure there’s no ring in the morning
Who can I tell my history
Probably who “I do” in the wedding;
please she my one time wonder
No blinding in my loving.
It’s the real deal, count my loving.

My boundaries are more what my companions’ thinking,
Shes feeling guiltys’ thought process
He said let us cross our eternal boundaries.

All pure thought corrupt
Well ****
Can I get a clean state
from the paper bag test we slip.
Time in coming,
whip still relevant coming soon uh.
I always say
That I’m OK
It really isn’t true today
I am not coping very well
I wish I had someone to tell

It’s so hard being on my own
I feel so hopeless and alone
Who could I tell what I just said
So I said it to you instead
We are such            clever creatures to divide
Most everything             into its different sides
With chaos versus             order, dark and light
The stark duality of         wrong and right
We even split the very        world in two
With human versus human,       we and you
But still no matter how much      we divide
Each thing has infinitely many      sides
Speak lightly  don’t abrupt my social anxiety
Said you’re Tired of me well that makes three
Since I’m always tired looking at thee
It’s 7:30 in the morning and sunlight looking oddly boring
Haven’t been outside only working mostly

These are all the sentences that go through my mind in split seconds
Moving like bullets my head is really a lethal weapon
Other option slow my movement or distorted to a bliss
yea like the way you miss
For endorphins, working only when the body is working.


Another confidence scheme towards my low self esteem.
Yea it works wonders only when the audience is at ease.
Mannnnn....
The man on the street who sells roses to those who are prone to divorces ,in days so cold, ice is no needed,
leave in summer come back in November
thoughts of suicide
stress to my hunger
crackers in my salsas.
where did all the tortillas chips go
Lots of stuff on my minds and tons of drafts.
When it comes make sure to let it go
feeling,money, or pain it comes and go
anxiety sobriety heal the soul
find the pain they numb the screens
Seeing how we can work it out
Talk and talk that’s what’s it’s all about
Till you die then we start cry
Until tomorrow
No more sorrow we gots much to go
I took in a butterfly
Days after I forgot I had it in a cage
Now I have problems committing to anything
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