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Let it stream Be believable be-come a beacon  an What am I butta heathen So to me **** talk is a cakewalk I'll chalk it  always Straight up Block it outta memry Non-stop Vestiges I Never been so Non- chalant Null in void So numb to it But sometimes heaven hits ... And after a billion epiphanies A weakened soul Can be made redeemable All on my own now
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Apr 19, 2024
Apr 19, 2024 at 1:25 AM UTC
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