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Salted Away Are My Footsteps
The pain I feel , deep in my soul.... The soreness I feel , deep in my energy... The discomfort in my breath of life... No one can feel... The disrespectful out burst... The slashes down my spine...everyday.. The piercing in my heart...each second I try. ...  I'm getting spit spatter across my face...  My name no longer wants to come out.... For I hide behind a name I do not know...You know !  I plate my disguise very well... My eyes are so water down... I no longer feel , my tears running down my cheeks... Salted away are the foot steps I walk  .... The hate , they continue to stab....into my soul... Causing my body to feel empty and lost... Has I strive to reach my goals.... Being the best , one can be.......  Not worry bout the doors being slam in my face.... Or the suffering I carry.... The only pain that hurts... are the bullets..put inside me ... Dissembling my body parts.... Is all they do.... Chop, chop,chop until I can find some glue...  No respect...No dignity... ......No honor... No loyalty...No love...  The only love they carry is hate... Only pushing me away and away... Far,far away...  O So far away So to continue my day... I look up in the sky.. Put my hands in the air... Say my peace and continue to love... Continue to have faith...Continue to not forget.. If anyone loves me...It's the man upstairs....
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