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I wont let them fill me with there fluid The cure they say the have What they made through modifications Some less then pure form of mad I can not do it i wont let them use I chose not to accept it im about to lose it Forget what they say this not ok im not gonna accept what they say on the news no this is not ok I have my own choices i lay in my own bed I make up my own mind i have my own head So let me decide my way let me choose my path Let me decide my choices let me choose my wrath Forget the wrongs that ive written for they can be re wrote Forget the songs i wrote i can get a new notebook Stop with the drugs stop injecting the lies let us decide our own paths Lets us live our own lives let us draw our own maps. Josh Vanham march 29 2017

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