The real of my imagination, i was once a disciplined child, yearned once in a life time yet had too much to ask, with too much in mind,or mind to ask, in this world of good reflection, deception and rejection that trouble or double my mind arrors, ecstacy of fantasy to better the bitter sensetive sound of m echoing solitude song, tune out the vital volme of violent voices, of selfish self preservation pleasure, crowded by cowards, who win no fair fight to those of rely on reality, no doubt of the dawn, some pursed their lips to curse, i rest my worst; ever since, to call for redeemption my protection, only God knows i want to brake free
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 3:40 AM UTC
The real of my imagination, i was once a disciplined child, yearned once in a life time yet had too much to ask, with too much in mind,or mind to ask, in this world of good reflection, deception and rejection that trouble or double my mind arrors, ecstacy of fantasy to better the bitter sensetive sound of m echoing solitude song, tune out the vital volme of violent voices, of selfish self preservation pleasure, crowded by cowards, who win no fair fight to those of rely on reality, no doubt of the dawn, some pursed their lips to curse, i rest my worst; ever since, to call for redeemption my protection, only God knows i want to brake free
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