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Soul Searching
I seek lyrical justice from my conscious thought
My fate seems undefined
Tired of what is not
I keep searching for peace of mind
My decisions have come at a cost for me
I feel the need to vent
Not all the worse things in life are free
Like the freedom from my own judgment
What I have done is not who I am
The bones in my closet could fill a casket
Even if I have enjoyed the sham
I am going to hell in a basket
I wish to hold experience in high regard,
But life’s lessons have left me taunted
My road has left me scarred
My dreams remain haunted
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