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Everything on my wrist is real,             the scares from my youth to the stitches cut out of me on the street.          But none of you will cut me further than                                    I fell in the past, I rose up..    And now my heads up high.. You'll never put this fire out, the smoke                   smoothing you.. Getting closer to the ground so my words              don't suffocate you.       but my foot greets your words cos that's where             your words had worth on the ground. The audacity that you could even raise above,                           to think that you ever had a cut that was deeper than I'd self-inflicted. I'll stand under the lamp posts in the dark,        easy target, but I'll see you coming. Thinking I'm alone, but I have friends in the dark.             you never had no moment to rise,   you got swallowed in the dark.                     Tied to a chair, coldness held to a temple that you never prayed to, but you wish you had now.. You walk out a new man, respecting that I'm the fire and the smoke, and if you want to breath                                                     you better **** the ground and make sure your words stay down. I'm in the light                            but I have friends in the dark.         I'm on probation but shades have different                                pockets that I fill deep.. Know pardon my words I have things on my                   wrist that are life lessons,     you ain't nothing but something to burn at my bequest.
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Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 6:39 PM UTC
Stitches Cut Out Me
Everything on my wrist is real,             the scares from my youth to the stitches cut out of me on the street.          But none of you will cut me further than                                    I fell in the past, I rose up..    And now my heads up high.. You'll never put this fire out, the smoke                   smoothing you.. Getting closer to the ground so my words              don't suffocate you.       but my foot greets your words cos that's where             your words had worth on the ground. The audacity that you could even raise above,                           to think that you ever had a cut that was deeper than I'd self-inflicted. I'll stand under the lamp posts in the dark,        easy target, but I'll see you coming. Thinking I'm alone, but I have friends in the dark.             you never had no moment to rise,   you got swallowed in the dark.                     Tied to a chair, coldness held to a temple that you never prayed to, but you wish you had now.. You walk out a new man, respecting that I'm the fire and the smoke, and if you want to breath                                                     you better **** the ground and make sure your words stay down. I'm in the light                            but I have friends in the dark.         I'm on probation but shades have different                                pockets that I fill deep.. Know pardon my words I have things on my                   wrist that are life lessons,     you ain't nothing but something to burn at my bequest.
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Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 6:39 PM UTC
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