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Living in the big apple you always gotta notice the bright lights.
Feel the rush of people passing by, ejoying life.
I use to think I knew who I was but I was only kidding myself, my insides are ugly and rotting .
I always hide the nasty parts of myself but I was only suppressing who I truley was.
My poetry is a voyage into mind so you all should be excited,
It doesn't matter who you are because everyone's invited.
My mind is like a theater and my brain projects the images,
