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Socially unorganized, I place critics down a size
Standing with preferred confidence gave me insight
Partially adapted from the root of fear
I sometimes hear my inner voice remarking that my time is near

Position to overcome challenging courses
By altering our contained nature to make stronger choices 
Often at the mill I witness the loud of noises
I either adjust or continue breathing in the poison and drown in my salty ocean


Maybe tears can be manufactured through happy times
Is it weird I fake my laughter through your own surprises 

Some may question my ability to think and process
I reveal the sources to my brightened conscience

Assemble the many gears we set in stone
Ever wonder what's it's like to be thrown?

My past creates a memory lane for me to see
I rather improve my empathy willing to still believe

In love with a spirit because I glance swiftly while there is no in sight
Passport to find true family as I hunch over my seat, in hopes to discover actual happiness during a safe flight

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