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Problems are problems until solved The *** of oil boils when it's hot Never do the angels cry Never do the angels fly Wings are made out of clouds So how come there is so many in the sky Is the sun hot as it claims to be Cause the space is freezing cold More like your basement that never stays warm Dreams and nightmares A touching topic to our discussion More like Heaven or Hell Which is your only options Pins and needles both are sharpen Both thinking and knowing Are totally two different corruptions More like the eruption from a volcano Attitudes can also be ignited Like that flame that burns inside you Only your mind can provide you
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Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 8:45 PM UTC
Inner Self
Problems are problems until solved The *** of oil boils when it's hot Never do the angels cry Never do the angels fly Wings are made out of clouds So how come there is so many in the sky Is the sun hot as it claims to be Cause the space is freezing cold More like your basement that never stays warm Dreams and nightmares A touching topic to our discussion More like Heaven or Hell Which is your only options Pins and needles both are sharpen Both thinking and knowing Are totally two different corruptions More like the eruption from a volcano Attitudes can also be ignited Like that flame that burns inside you Only your mind can provide you
Only your mind and heart can help you stride to be a better you.
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Kyngvill
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 8:45 PM UTC
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