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Come to me
It’s not what it’s all out to be
Letters my love
Can only go so far
You are not the right one
A hard one to swallow
But true
Time to let go
But here is to you
Cannabidiol
My plant extract
You make life a little more sweeter
You make breathing a little smoother
Now no boy can do that
This is a commemoration
Of our bodies lying out by design
Because of you.
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I investigated every bone in my body
Seeking the universe in my chronic pain
I fell within so deep
I couldn't recite life on earth  
Depression stole me each night
Demonstrating the darkness and how it could be played
The devil even said you'd like this place
Depression befriended fierce anxiety
Pulling the rug underneath my feet
Every night crying hostage to this body and mind
Captive by thoughts that left me in fear and on edge
I’m just the hell out of choices
And I’m the hell out of control
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I am joined by singing birds as I walk alongside
the sandy sidewalk. And suddenly it starts to rain the heat creates a coral steam like that puts me in a dreamlike haze. Caught dancing like a child in my one-piece cutout & rosy cheeks. Red-handed as if a free man imprisoned for years now completely free. Raindrops are now crashing. I even taste them as I use to as a child and I realize I’m the goddess I’ve always wanted to be I've always been here. But now I’m ready to receive. Out of nowhere a scent of fresh oranges
call my name as it diffuses from a window in the yellow heat. Some say I see the world in a beautiful way. Que sera, sera, but I keep the faith you will join me one day.
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What a child
He knows how to play
He speaks in silence
Holds his tongue
His eyes read worlds of wonder
He's feeling the pressure to
Become now a man
But don't forget my dear
Don't fear and learn to steer
Honor yourself
Feel those feelings
Don't push them away
Trust yourself
You were so authentic that day
I wish you well
And hope you stress
Some time to play
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Our goodbye
A sad view
We never knew
Three years of blue
You held my heart too close to yours
What's left of me?
Can I love?
Can I heal?
I dream of you from time to time
You are mine
Born again
You remind me of a time
A time of young and wild
Forgive me, Kim
I feel brand new
Like when I was free with you
But time let me let you go
For someone brand new
Send me prayers
To release my wounds
And courage to heal my heart
Lord, let's try again
To go on and love once again.
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Worlds away
I can't wish to stay
If not you then I
A new dream
A real-life runaway
It smells so sweet
Just around the corner
It couldn't be any further
So appealing
Am I running away?
Where is my curiosity?
Where is yours?
So yeah, London I fancy you
Shiny and new
But you can never
Take away what is true.
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You
The exception is you
They all carry two
The ego and you
But it's you
You splash the generalization
Out of the crowd
Cause he
Knows he knows
His blushing cheeks
Light up my night
Cause she
Plays with time
Flashing before trusting eyes
Oh behave of truth and divine
Someone get this boy by her before
A twist in time
Nothing but faith
He waits owing his life to time
While she flies through time
Like we’ve all got time
He lays in my bed with not a worry in mind
She wonders
Is he introspective and delightful?
A dream of a one of a kind
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Observing since the age of five
Kids were watching bugs bunny
While I was watching my parents expressions
Trying to stay inline
Sitting at the top of the stairs
Never knowing what my life would become
Until one-day depression would fancy my name
It whispers in dark alleyways
Knowing my every move
Saying, “I own you”
Oh, do you?
Meet me at 11 am each day
After a beautiful day
Along with a week of massage beds and therapy sessions
When dark meets the light
And each day less and less of a hold
Until one day
I stop buying into you
You'll wash away
Leaving scars and seaweed on shores
I'll speak of love letters against the sunset
“Besides the distance and memories can we be friends?”
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If only people knew
The days it took to be this way
You are so cool
It's a shame some will never know
The magical days
Where thoughts danced away
They will never witness the test of time
The pain waving the road of how mind and body collide
They will never feel
The night's sadness and sandcastles brushing against Hands turned sharp crystals into ocean waves
They will never hear about
The nights you looked at the sky with no moon insight
Only in your heart therefore your world
It's too bad that they don't know
They just don't know
How you are so cool
Every day you just keep adding years
To that spiritual clock
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He steps on my toes
You could say I have the whoa's
When kisses blow
I never met someone like you
You smell of good things
Some of my favorite things
Spill em into pieces
Show me something only phases can see
I'm too weak
My heart can't heal
I can't part ways
I just can't deal
Just ask me again
So I can finally say
All the things I could
Never say.
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Mystery my dear
That's all you may see
Some see a challenging view
Some see a hurting soul
Who were you?
Who will you be?

Cause mystery you see
It's not at all what you think
You know the sources chained
To my knees for so many years?
There is a darkness within me
My body steers the distance
But my heart craves the love

My mystery you feel?
There is a lot more to hear
Some will be restless
But who will be virtuous?

Lean in and let me tell you a secret
My mystery my dear
Was built of righteous and fear.
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The dark night of the soul
Is not for the dual and the cruel
To my anxiety, darkness, and depression
You have erased my image
Taken and deepened my sleep
Just give up, lose the grip, and just lose the grasp
You have no command
Just my notes of sadness
If you can't understand this path
Just be gone
Shame on you
Like a flicker of a candle
I try to hold onto the night
Like I hold onto the reasons
The truth is I am running out of excuses
I am so tired of being afraid
Breathing itself you were in my hand
But I keep asking questions
Answers already sewn into my deep dark soul
Strain and tension
I am a golden okay
My heart, my soul, my mind, my beloved
You have done so well
Congratulations
You are the evening mixer
And will continue to be the morning elixir.
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It's strange how children feel ghosts
when the hunters were actually all along
in the room just beside them.
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