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Stacy Leal-Isla Sep 2020
Hypnotized
Only to be viewed as how they want
You say, who is they?
The controllers of every single which way
North, south, east, west
They put obstacles there to deter my quest

Mesmerized
By the feeling of hope crawling in through my chest
Turned into a light that’s about to take flight
Which way? Well, they can’t say
For the light has produced a snap out of their haze
For they do not know every single which way

North, south, east, west
They never thought I’d complete my quest
The rivers of life flowing through the rapids in my veins
They all of a sudden have ceased to remain

Emerging
Without their energy slapped over my face
Alas I am here in this crystal clear space
Created by I
She shall no longer hide

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