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Jan 2014
How am I to believe these voices aren't real?
I hear them clear as day
I call out to them
And they answer
How is that not real?
How do I know you are real?
How am I to be sure this life is real?
Am I in some ****** up coma?
And this is my dream
Who knows?
All I am aloud to know,
Is what my mind understands
And I understand nothing
Fuz
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Fuz  Louisiana
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