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Jan 2015
Ever since this fantasy disappeared
My imagination is something I fear
But I try to make everyone happy it ain't working
Suicide is creeping I could feel her lurking
This knowledge is such fundamental
But reality and the people are so judgmental
I make money got no time for vacation
Staying on my grind you don't needa translation
I'm high just floating in the air
I know I'm an ******* but it just means I care
Its true Ima keep doing what I do
And if you can't see then you need to let lose
What makes you beautiful
Is you being weird as usual
Breaking my emotions its so unbelievable
I'm tired of the chase
I ain't Ina ****** race
So these feelings I have are gonna have to erase
Out of my stumber
To the government your just a number
Live life you ain't getting younger
I change rapidly through the stress and the agony
My problems are big probably fill up the the whole ****** galaxy
Even as a felon
My mind is up in the heaven
Of knowledge because its my only weapon
To survive while my thoughts divide
Hiding emotions smiling and giving high fives
You know its S U N
And there's no end
To the stress and this is why I don't have friends.
TrueSun
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TrueSun  San Antonio, Texas
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