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I couldn't care
Two cents
I'm a nuisance
To rebuttal and conclude this
My intrusion
Is a disturbance
I'm just the underline of what's been undermining your purpose
I word this
With every intent
For those who claim to hear
But won't listen
You are me
I am you
You can't see
I'm see thru
I am the mirror
You look through
I am the image
You once drew
My qualities
Are an anomaly
I'm real as the god in me
But how can I fulfill my prophecy
If everybody decides to switch sides on me
Right before my very eyes
They see they truth
But speak their lies
Am I
The bad guy
Nah
I'm just a homicide
Cuz my truth kills
It is the glue
It is the seal
Wish me well
Nah wish me hell
Still
I get up from where
I'm pushed to
I seen the walls
I push thru
I seen the fall
I get to 
Close to the edge at times
Lost my mind a thousand times
Did I ever really find it
Or is it my past that constantly reminds me
That I blink
And when I do I cannot see
But when I'm thru
I cannot be
More me then you are you
I say this because
If I do something against my spirit
I can feel it
I can heal it
I can panic
Ravish through my mind
My mind is dealing havoc
On my reality
The matrix is a maverick
Stagnant
I was
Now I'm just damaged
Frantic thoughts of disclosure
I'm open to the thought of closure
But the door is locked
The windows to the soul
Grow as they open
I am a burden to myself
I am a soldier without rest
I am the shoulders
In which it rest
The load of what is left
What's right I say
What's life today
What price you pay
What type of way
Should I feel
If I don't feel love
And what was isn't real
Shield me from the evils
That deceives us
And keeps us hid
Hidden from ourselves
We are but a toy
On a little boys shelf
To be played and toyed with
I deal with more 
Its pain it's morbid
I guess it's just a game
I cant win and won't forfeit
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