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Jan 2015
God
Its hard to love an Enigma who was never there for you. When your soul is often starving but you can't forage for food your left alone. Faith is believing in hocus pocus for the self deceiving comfort that someone's watching you breathing.

No ones watching you **** air in despair, in your soul is everything meaning everything's there. Why feel alone, your alive here to thrive. synthesized uniquely with your own shuck and jive.

Allow your mind to be the fortress that you want it to be, from the top you look for demons who are longing to see. The inner workings of your masterpiece they'll want you to flee, as they tear the insides down as fee for hiding from the.

Even in your weaker moments, try to draw your blade, sharpen it and hone it. **** your demons with it you'll feel better than before, free from mental tyranny But FED screams never more.
Mark The Vagabond
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