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So much has reared it’s ugly head to make me feel that I am dead
Inside I hurt , the pain is real
I’m thinking of how some want to steal
The very life force from your being
They weave their webs while you are sleeping
Enter your mind and tell you untruths
Thinly veiled, a weak disguise
It hardly matters when you’re paralyzed
With fear and panic and frozen from lies
And You’ve seen it coming or you know it will
You cannot stop it so you’re running uphill
Your legs won’t function you’re stuck to the ground
Whist inside your head the thoughts are turning around.
See there aren’t any answers for what .you describe
Then you try to detach and it’s glued to your mind.
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When you judge others, you do not define them, you define yourself." Namasté  |