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Reckless

Reckless is something I tend to be And something That I used to be. Mania drove me crazy, Always leaving me restless. Couldn’t call me Lazy, I guess, “A little crazy,” Describes me. I climbed mountains Of insanity Just to fall into rock bottom’s Basement, Hell, It’s dungeon. For what purpose? To keep the self hatred Going on And on And on? Self-sabotage Was something that Felt like it was Literally meant for me. But, it wasn’t my time to fall, It was time to Stand up, To the insanity within me. Don’t feed the demon, She’s mean. Expel her from existing. Free me. All I want to do Is fly free. Let me be me, Don’t let my past confine me, This era is a whole new me.

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