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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Now who would of thought the thoughts that would truly get the mind lost in fragile thought? So much on our known life, about unknown death when we laugh at others but at ourselves we really cry, in our very own hidden truth lies, amongst our own poeple who we defy, until we fight, for wrongs for personal rights, **** the darkness is what make us appreciate the light, I dont talk the talk nor do I walk the walk because I walk my talk while I swagger and swerve im my talks through these walks, Life can get so messy with death that its time for those of us here to grab the broom so God can mop, I live life to the fullest with what little I have because I dont have a lot, I live life shitty sometimes like almost everyone else like it or not, Im not special Im so unique Im individual with word talent I know I got, I know what I dont have so its important more knowledge among me is sought, I can be wrong half the time but can still make it 100% right I was self-taught among a young soul that seems to be bought, I got a bad limp but dont get me wrong I can still gallup through darkness while I jog lost in the early morning fog waiting to be patiently found in the midnight lounge where I trot, Truly lost so easily in profound hard thoughts litterally running from the cops waiting to duck and dodge from open gunshots, Bodies and shells drop where caskets are made among a dying crop, I can still make a splatter where there was just but a tiny dot, I used to have merely nothing now atleast I can truly say I have a safe spot, I was found looking for truth in lies lost in thought....
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