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Jul 2015
I think for the paralyzed mind
I endure pain , flow with sadness

It is a state of personality,  so deep
it wounds my healed marks that symbolize
my significant detailed history that mares every positive thought .

Negativity put into superstition
you're bewitched . How dare you fail to comprehend my blackness, my root of culture?
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Eazy
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   Cecil Miller
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