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Every right a wrong, every feeling a song. Every day a night, every smile a frown, every up 
and every down. Every thought an action. Every life a death. Every truth a lie. Every who 
and why? Every laugh a cry. Every person a soul. Every possitive a neggative. Every vision a 
sound. Talking when no one's around, speaking without a sound. Living without advice, 
trusting yourself with your life. Struggling to be me, wanting them to see. Telling myself it 
will be okay, knowing there is a way. Walking without a vision, seeing without sight, hearing 
without sound. Being alone, when everyone's around.

Fighting so hard to move on, wanting, needing, everything to go away. Wanting the way 
things were to stay. Stuck in the past, when my soul belongs in the present. The mind that 
continues to wonder, the soul that will never know. The reason that we live, the people we 
forgive. The life that we once lived, the heart we once gived. The thought of every day, the 
hope that everything will be okay. The hiking trail without a map, the thoughts without a 
gap. The love that's never gone, the hope to move on. The heart that loves too much, the 
person that's empty too the touch.

Making plans of a better life, not taking actions to put them in play. Every person and the 
power of what they say. Believing in God, knowing that he is the way. Going too slow, going 
too fast. Staying at a place you know won't last. Empty with no soul, knowledge but no one 
knows. Always going, but never gone. 

Trying not to fight with all the aggression, trying not to cry from all the deppression. 
Wanting to learn without a teacher, learning without a lesson. Asking without a question. 
The past that won't go away, history is yesterday, the future is tomorrow. Alot of sympathy, 
not enough caring. Alot of taking, not enough sharing. Alot of seeing, but no looking. Hearing 
and knowing what you heard. Choices that brought you where your at. Always running in 
place, staying in the same race. Holding on to the self conrol,holding on where there's no 
where to go. Yelling without a voice, choosing without a choice. At the beggining but can 
see the end. So much to do not enough time, too much beat, not enough rhyme. Too many 
words not enough pages. So much talent, not enough stages. Too many minutes, not 
enough hours. So much growing,but no knowing. Having to chase what your after, trying to 
smile without laughter. Finding yourself without losing everyone else.
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