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Jul 2020
in my defense,
im rugged-hard,
flavorless,
my counting scars lasts light years
& my fears are made up like words are.
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my reality is reflected by the state of my mind,
in this space within time,
im shifting worlds & paradigms because its the life i choose.
we all get choices;
to be free or not to be.
we all get choices;
to hear voices that live within the head-space
that guide you to a place of no ending.
Written by
the black-rose  F/the islands
(F/the islands)   
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