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Dec 2016
I wasn’t a prisoner of shackles and uniforms
I was a prisoner of self-doubts and hatred

No more tripping down memory lane for me
It’s about time to start strolling in the now

I’m on the comedown, getting better
decided to step out from under the weather

Silence was an old motto, long forgotten
I have a voice that booms about as loud as my mind nowadays

This big, blue world needs a dab of slow-motion
Plenty of necks have been broken by haste

Every watch and clock has been discarded
I mark every minute based on your giggles

It’s only after meeting you that I’ve started living
It’s only with you that I see myself surviving

Time is a commodity I have no worries about wasting
If I’m golden in your eyes, I’m golden forever
Kush
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Kush  20/M/United States
(20/M/United States)   
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