Me

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- You see what poetry did for me? it allowed me to express my feelings so causally, before you judge the man in me.
- because I put the knife in my own heart before you take a stab at me.
- Emotional spirits they called us
- Uncontrollable feeling yhh they hold us
- Speak with a silver tongue and saying what's on your mind
- It's a crime not justifying your means, Before running with your wildest dreams
- Strange things we all seen
- It's the lock on the door the future await
- Counting my blessing and still praying for a better day
- Hoping that we all can see that time is of the essence
- Knowing that life is a gift so learn to count your blessings 🙏🙏
- My shear thought trying not to break
- Flawlessness in my road of being great...

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