Thoughts Before Bed
the past is haunting me
I just want to be free
there doesn’t seem to be an escape
and success have never took shape
is this my destiny
hardly any money
money isn’t God
I may have been flawed
but I’m one hundred percent pure
I believe in this life for sure
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