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in the midst of it of disease and sickness i struggle struggle to pull myself out of bed start the
i feel warped in my own obscure world waited to wanting anticipating like Sisyphus, pushing to fall back down. too wake up to a normal, if only just a slightly foreseeable life
Whose heart is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite sad though. It's really a tale of distress. I watch her frown. I cry hello. She gives her heart a shake.
A vision where things seemed to be clear Where people were excited for the year All was starting to look super swell Until we saw his helicopter fell This year already has not been aspired amongst us
WE are the priveledged ones, taking these deaths as our time to have fun. WE are not affected and WE cannot be told what to do, as the rest of the world stands silent and blue.
The walls are tight and slowly closing in; I cannot leave this space I’ve buried myself within. If I dare go out and meet someone today,
I want to go away from home Home is not here, not right now Home is where your happy I am happy but I'm not Happy Home is where your free I want to feel free Free of rules and madness
We all desire It needs to be reapplied Like blush on ones cheeks
Inspire to be or not to be. Inspire to be better, Better for yourself, Better for your family, Better for your next encounter. Inspiration must be your mindset.