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From my eyes

Blind from my eye,
to see all the lies before my eyes.
Starliss made me feel
the line between love and hate-eyes to eye, cry to cry.
Mine is mine,
and why is always why.
Before I  cry,
I get on my knees and ask God: how much time we got to surrender?
I always got Niya back, to define her, my sister-pain and sorrow,
we'll never forget the time
I spent in Atlanta... oh, I meant Morrow.
Am I a good person because  I am,
or is it to get to the Promised Land?
Things didn't go as we planned, more than I thought I could stand.
Now I'm sitting around, trying different weed strands, to be what I thought was free, battling with the spirits in me.
Things got hard,
but I never touched a line.
How far is too far?

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