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Am i depressed or a realist Focusing on an image That was given since birth That was written in the dirt And started out as a dream Which will always be ideal Though someone calls it real And am i overreacting When i say the world is full of fatal attraction Hidden by constant distraction Repeatedly ******** speaks to me And release the truth that it is based on the infamy Of poverty Poverty of the mind The mind’s not rich Not a gold mine But i still call it mine Simply cuz it’s all i have Yet its a plantation for a slave to the rhythm of rollercoaster emotion That hosting a bunch of insecurities Because there’s no safe in a world that’s not secure definitely
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Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 10:49 PM UTC
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Am i depressed or a realist Focusing on an image That was given since birth That was written in the dirt And started out as a dream Which will always be ideal Though someone calls it real And am i overreacting When i say the world is full of fatal attraction Hidden by constant distraction Repeatedly ******** speaks to me And release the truth that it is based on the infamy Of poverty Poverty of the mind The mind’s not rich Not a gold mine But i still call it mine Simply cuz it’s all i have Yet its a plantation for a slave to the rhythm of rollercoaster emotion That hosting a bunch of insecurities Because there’s no safe in a world that’s not secure definitely
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Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 10:49 PM UTC
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