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Breathebaby

*Solo tempo female slow almost 'rap'*
Sittin' here just thinkin-
Lots of thoughts *kinda chuckle/sly smile*-bettween the pain I feel all over that radiates all through my veins
To the mental anguish my imagination sometimes can create. 
It's all a wonder, why most turn to drinkin 
It's all this....stupid thinkin....
It all takes a huge toll
Breathe-- oooh breathe....
On all of my whole being- yes it takes a part my very soul...
To keep on--- keep on continuin--
Without everyone seein 
The disaster that lies inside, just under my skin--
*Male starts 'rappin'*
Each only see the brave face
And few see the underlying battle that lyes within.....
*Duet harmonious, male & female* 
All know the end comes around for us all 
When it's our turn and times been called
*Male only- 'rappin'*
Ain't no getting that currency returned
infact-no- that cents don't exist-make sense?
I don't understand--- how anyone---can point and judge and redicule
as if they're so much better or the acceptance to this rule? 
*Female pickes tempo up 2 beats- 'rappin'*
How, why, and for what reason
Gives any of yours the upper hand
When we others are silently screaming for just a helping hand?
*Male joins, keeps same tempo, 'rappin'. Now harmonious*
We've all been there *female breaks off-male keeps tempo rapin'* some have at least twice been down and out and broke 
All these real people problems man they ain't no joke
Breathe---- just breathe *women 2nd soprano* oooh take a breath in goes the good a d blow out the bad
Breath baby justtttt breathe----
Soon enough you will clearly see that rainbow 
Can only be enjoyed after the storm-yeahh  the sky don't have to be clear. 
*Male keeps tempo and raps*
Remember this my dear-
If nothing else
Before you leave this world
Make the moments remembered time well spent
Cuz' when the bills ready and waiting for you to pay up; you can proudly say,
" I have no regrets, the years have all been time well spent"
*Ends in duet male/female*
So breathe baby
*Male*
Just---
*Female strong hard solid*
B-----

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Now What

Hurry up girl, figure out that way
Your own path, whatever that may
Be it this or that or by this means or other wise
Because if you fail to even attempt a try
Not only will you lose your new love guy
And the sight
Of what's wrong and right.
So think, think, think.
Before you  up & sink
To the bottom of the sea, beneath it all
You know you're much more & better 
Then what your portrayed to be
So find that confidence & bubbly spark 
before you're all alone, fighting, in the dark.
I know you know
That you DO GOT THIS
So please dear girl,
Give them there money's worth,
Put on a show, show them all how beautifully bright you can glow!

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Final Realization I Am An Adult

It's a freaking trip-thinking back to "way back when"
And realizing just how fast time truly does fly,
Year by year, seems to pass faster and faster
Friends you used to have back then
Back when, you too, were just a kid.
And now, look, in what seems like just a blink
You-me-we
Are grown-ups, all "adulting & such"
With miniature little people's of our very own
Yupp, kids
We're barley grasping the fact,
That we're an adult. 
And now have (however many) little faces looking up to you
Expecting you not to fail
(In any situation) know what's what & just what to do, exactly how to act as so-
It's a freaking trip,
Thinking back, like for real, just where did each year go? How'd it so quickly slip?
Do you ever- I mean does it ever really sink in?
 Childhoods' gone before you even know you've lost your grip
Your plopped right on your butt expecting to know just what & how to
Do it all- all at once. Adult
Wishing you would have listened more, better, when they said "You're gonna' miss this time being young, trust me when you get to be my age...."
And you just sat there thinking, "Yeah right, what do they know?" 
"I wanna be a big kid! I can't wait to be an adult!" 
Haha I really laugh at these nieve little thoughts
Because now I've became one of them
The adults
I wish I could go back to way back when
There's not much I would undo
But more then nothing I would redo
Redo, most if not all of my childhood younger years
If for nothing more then to relive re-experience it all once again,once more be a kid
Maybe just maybe
I'd be able to fully grasp that hopefully by then by now, at 27 
Then I could accurately express
Just how precious
Just how special
Each day and every moment 
That I took for granted, the good the bad and the ugly the fun and the sad
Yeah if only.
If only we could take that trip to way back when just maybe one more once again
By the time I reach the age I am now
I wouldn't be having such a hissy fit cow
Oh if only
I, we, could take that trip to way back when 
Then I wouldn't/we wouldn't feel so on our own
And would have a more for sure idea of the way of the path....
Of the proper right way, 
Or hell perhaps just know the equation to the math!
If only....

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Current Aura

So sick & tired of being pulled every which way but right
my chest continues to hurt, my breathing breaks and cracks, this pain ain't light.
Stuck between what could maybe be,
And what was once just recently.
Not knowing, where to turn or even who to trust 
this is all so overwhelming- I may just bust!
It's all headache inducing
and the only positive side, is all the rhymes I been producing.
It's confusing. It's annoying. It all freaking hurts. 
And really. I just want, my kids, they come first. 
How can I move forward- if I'm literally stuck, still, and stagnant. 
How can I go day after day
And not fall aback, towards that way? 
How can I 'get out of my own way' 
when the path, the way to lean
is all but that clear
and could maybe be- not as it may seem? 
Is this for real? 
Or all just a sad, nightmarish freaking dream.

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Now Becoming a Functional -Womenly- Full Grown Independent

I just caught myself blanked out
Staring, so considerated on a spot random
at best
but also off into nothing, beyond
all of what may possible seem.
To the observer,
one may say, I look, well 'plan out of place'
As if my body is still here on Earth
but my mind has went elsewhere- 
to maybe, outterspace?
Or? Maybe some new- my own, homeplate
I'm so sick of the illusion that everyone's
assuming-'shes so crazy, a real headcase'
In/off into my created outterspace-
my spot in oblivion
Every persones voice trails off-
Rather they be speaking to me or not,  
really is not the case
I'm focused- soly what's all of my 'real life problems' what's immediately of my control-
Constantly; any and every possible path or  solution, 
that maybe correct/right
For however the length of time that may pass
Most the time is only minutes
before usually I snap to,
trying to finish it.