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Almost died but this time I didn’t the pain of an artistic with an academic life being bound by wonton grasping don’t even seem to  know who or what I’m asking Got so lost again when a guide mentioned in passing Theres a fork in the road up ahead no choice is still a choice maybe end up dead Always walk the darkest path until i remembered the angel and made up my choice pull myself up like I hoist out the words when I’m verging on verbing in Voice. Seen demons, I hear hell, Headache of pride make ya head swell been sick as hell/ oh well stuck at the bottom molding unseen granting boons in the moon-lit wishing well But I ought to see my life as odyssey like I oughtt to be the hero more playful like the spirit otter i otter be Im stuck in feedback loop self but the emerging, unfolding, ever so bold in its calling states plainly that it is time to fall down shaking cascading blood caking memory set wrong or at least oblong in it’s making moments seem to make me lose my voice so how can I preach if I m not acting how can I teach If my arms ain’t out mama how can I reach? Wishing the earth calls me yelling come back my child Rest in my arms and forget I am death living memory leech. ╭∩╮(Ο_Ο)╭∩╮
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC
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Almost died but this time I didn’t the pain of an artistic with an academic life being bound by wonton grasping don’t even seem to  know who or what I’m asking Got so lost again when a guide mentioned in passing Theres a fork in the road up ahead no choice is still a choice maybe end up dead Always walk the darkest path until i remembered the angel and made up my choice pull myself up like I hoist out the words when I’m verging on verbing in Voice. Seen demons, I hear hell, Headache of pride make ya head swell been sick as hell/ oh well stuck at the bottom molding unseen granting boons in the moon-lit wishing well But I ought to see my life as odyssey like I oughtt to be the hero more playful like the spirit otter i otter be Im stuck in feedback loop self but the emerging, unfolding, ever so bold in its calling states plainly that it is time to fall down shaking cascading blood caking memory set wrong or at least oblong in it’s making moments seem to make me lose my voice so how can I preach if I m not acting how can I teach If my arms ain’t out mama how can I reach? Wishing the earth calls me yelling come back my child Rest in my arms and forget I am death living memory leech. ╭∩╮(Ο_Ο)╭∩╮
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC
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