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I’ve been stuck on the back of your mind for years
Trying to develop a pattern that is within your thought process
See you were my first project..
Not that I had any other options, but I was kind of indirectly assigned to you
Funny thing is that you might not ever know because I have different identities
You see I’ve been trying to develop a relationship with you
Something sort of secretive because if I told you then your mind would not be able 
to comprehend
I mean your mind is my best friend so I guess that makes me part of your cerebrum
In a way I AM a part of your thought process
Sometimes you meet me, and sometimes you don’t
What I’ve done is watch your actions grow but not you yourself
Trying to play (beanie mean my-knee Moe) with your emotions to see which ones to 
play tag with
Your decisions expand but your reasoning seems to diminish over time
You tend to act upon emotion but not motion itself
See I’ve been meaning to tell you that I’ve watched all of your mistakes
Desperately SCREAMING at you so that I can prevent another one from happening
I’ve been trying to stop the influences that bring you in circles…….
I am the one who’s been telling you right from wrong and sometimes left…you 
between the ups and downs
My voice has been keeping you from committing verbal suicide, and going on a 
mental pause
It is my voice that has been stopping you from messing with those people, in that 
place, with those things, at the same price with the pace of a million nothings
It is I who has been telling you from the start to never trust what you can’t believe 
in but also act within reason
But yet like always you ignore me…
You neglect my advice and the paths that I try to lead you on
You tell yourself things as if to mimic my existence
Often times you would feel good about your decisions but I will always be knocking 
on your door
You have been close to reaching a point where everything makes sense
Where you have analyzed things and pick them apart so nothing seems out of the 
ordinary
But you ignore that little sense of reasoning and then dust it away with ignorance

I am........... your conscience



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