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Apr 2016
When you look at me what do you see?
Do you see the sorrows that I feel, do you think they're just temporary?
You must be an extreme visionary,
To use your imagination to assume our issues will be resolved without even talking, without even questioning
The frustration in me still resides and do not disappear, by any reckoning
Talk about it, be about it, what matters is consistency
Im sure with half the things i say you feel as though i'm a hypocrite, i just never feel like you are listening to me
A man can be be deaf and blind
And can still open his mind
And see what's in front of him and think for a second
That “ i may be taking everything for granted “
Escaping life with an “addiction”
Escaping us, the end, would be anyone's prediction
Shani
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Shani  Virginia
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