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May 2012
You look into the mirror, what do you see? Beauty
I look at my reflection and see the people that knew me
The new me, is the same, cause I couldnt scrub the stains
Scratch the surface and you still uncover the same dead man
And thats fine, all I ever wanted was money through rhyme
The road less traveled by, the road to roam alone
Blisters from the pavement, the bone, I sold my flesh and soul
To touch the throne, leave as smudge and mark music with my love
But **** it, I'm inconsistent, you've seen the punch that I've missed with
Assisted? No not I, all I see is my demise
And my girl talkin to other guys, I ****** hate these lies
And I ****** hated these eyes, and I ****** hate what resides inside
Me, myself, and I who else to think about besides myself?
Since day one struggled on the rope in which my life was held
Swingin, I get dizzy, and dread all those near me
Compare my thoughts to all, and then everyone will fear me
But still, I'm still unseen, to live a life in chase of dreams
I work too hard sometimes and all I want is some sleep..please.
Franco Palma
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Franco Palma  Worcester, MA
(Worcester, MA)   
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