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I can put words together. I can put words together. My actions confusing with words, vendetta. If this was a war, we lost. Diffusing a bomb with cost. Catching it all, but no Randy Moss. Lately I’m always ****** off. Trying to find balance between these worlds is difficult; covered my passions in scars and pain with ridicule. Lately, they ask what’s got into you. A cloud in my mind but it’s spiritual. Diamonds all in my heart are biblical. Trying to find peace in residuals. I won’t let them finish me. The world on my back. They stepping on cracks and it’s breaking my back, but somehow my heart is attached. That’s how I perceive a relapse.
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Jun 1, 2022
Jun 1, 2022 at 4:18 PM UTC
We Must Be Born Again 2/10
I can put words together. I can put words together. My actions confusing with words, vendetta. If this was a war, we lost. Diffusing a bomb with cost. Catching it all, but no Randy Moss. Lately I’m always ****** off. Trying to find balance between these worlds is difficult; covered my passions in scars and pain with ridicule. Lately, they ask what’s got into you. A cloud in my mind but it’s spiritual. Diamonds all in my heart are biblical. Trying to find peace in residuals. I won’t let them finish me. The world on my back. They stepping on cracks and it’s breaking my back, but somehow my heart is attached. That’s how I perceive a relapse.
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Jun 1, 2022
Jun 1, 2022 at 4:18 PM UTC
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