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Within the chemicals 
remain your mind 
somewhere the soul  divine 
within inspiration 
everything you say and do 
not depending on the clothes you wear 
or the shoes that define you 
you are a writer 
gift from soul learn lessons 
want to share them 
with spaces perplexed reason trapped within 

as you become an artist your soul begins to scream horrors 
cry and shout 
you begin realizing the nightmare 
 pessimism's hellfire's 
 truths wonders doubts 
don't fret my friend for this is only the beginning of your gift 
 only a matter of time 
for your brain
creativity to understand privilege 
blueprint or the script 
essence has developed 
take it slow learn tools of expression 
 when your mind notices 
you are paying attention to your spirit 
 your soul,  doors begin opening and closing 
 all tumble down this rabbit hole 

when you learn to express feelings inside 
start to understand there are many sides to this puzzle in time 
start to understand life lessons 
and the beauty of art 
you become humbled enraged 
smart stupid and full of heart 
keep asking questions  
don't forget to go back through your own pages and answer them 
don't forget to look through insecurities
unanswered prayers 
tell yourself what you have learned from them 
don't deny your lessons your heart is begging you to learn 
keep in mind as you grow to become wise  
throughout time 
philosophers 
great thinkers 
prophets 
historical revolutionaries 
were also once blind 
reasoned with the puzzles inside 

when your brain realizes you are listening to your thoughts 
your mind begins playing tricks 
whether you like it or not 
see through the illusion  
learn which voice to hate more than you 
and offer yourself clues 
to go back on to which door 
you obviously readily did choose 
keep in mind you are beautiful and your soul 
the angels mans plans and god will pave the way 
you might feel lonely like everyone but there will come a day 
when all the loose ends fit 
and you see your piece of the bigger puzzle 
your voice of reason in the insanity 
screaming filth 
that’s a blessing to be heard 
but don't forget 
you choke on your own words.
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