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Sep 2013
There was a time
Not so long ago
I held my head a little higher
I felt more inspired
The little things never brought me down
nothing would nock me to the ground
My mind was on my spirit
I was finding my self, I could feel it
I was connected, in tune, in harmony

Now I'm out of touch
Isolated from my self
From my spirit
My mind tortures my body
Im losing control
Anger surges inside me
Hatred for my self
Resentment of those around me
Distain of passers by
day dreamer
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day dreamer
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