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lifes a double loophole.
living life i’ve drawn that conclusion.
time and time again you’ll get the usual.
but setbacks and delays they get crucial.
especially when there abrupt.
sometimes they tear you up.
sometimes they gear you up.
synchronicities are mutual.
that’s what makes life so beautiful.
if your honest if your truthful.
life’s fruitful.
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Where was your manual for me.
The mandatory rehabilitation.
Ignorance is bliss and you had built up frustration. Aggravation.
Where was your patience.
Waiting for the other shoe to drop contemplating.
we needed a manual for the situation.
That’s all i’m saying.
On the other hand where was the contribution.
lost for words at the amusement.
The alternative resolution.
Where was your manual for me.
The mandatory rehabilitation.
Ignorance is bliss and you had built up frustration. Aggravation.
Where was your patience.
should of said can you do a favor for me?
provide the struggle.
show her how hard you had to hustle.
what it’s like to get into a scuffle.
it’s all fun and games until you have to adapt.
you got work with what you have.
that you didn’t have apart of your craft.
it lacked and lagged.
Where was your manual for me.
The mandatory rehabilitation.
Ignorance is bliss and you had built up frustration. Aggravation.
Where was your patience.
if you were taught would of been a different story.
should have been given more.
what you had on your plate was more than you could afford.
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Conceal this
trespassing against me well that’s on you.
getting caught up makes me a fool.
leave it alone because what’s the use.
when another will come to.
getting mad cause we don’t stick like glue.
the issue i’m trying to pursue.
it’s nothing personal
just a phase and i need to be discernible.
i’m certain that i get what i give returnable.
So it should be no hard feelings.
i just need to conceal this.
i’m able and willing.
unequivocallysyretta
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Emotion’s exalt me
Scorching me
tormenting me
understanding distorting
it passes by my misfortune
innocence transforms into trauma
around and around like a carousel
as i go parallel
so does my armor
talking on a life of its own further
this is my exhortation
awakening
it’s consequences obnoxious parading
degrading
that defining moment
where i lost faith
so i went astray
next time i’d excommunicate
that soothes the state
it became subconcious
its exhortation so to be honest
subconcious logic.
unequivocallysyretta
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oblivious with everything everywhere.
Sensitive to the atmosphere.
soaking in various conditioning.
oblivious with everything everywhere.
Animosity to desensitivity.
Emotions sound as if they were a symphony.
Sensitive to the atmosphere.
Perhaps it’s not here or there.
Suddenly arriving as an epiphany.
oblivious with everything everywhere.
possibly a hindrance of cheer.
In that moment a split decision.
Sensitive to the atmosphere.
Some extraordinaire
its innocent and sincere
oblivious with everything everywhere.
with every premiere
outlooks start cynical
Sensitive to the atmosphere
oblivious with everything everywhere.
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Para discernir Herir intencionalmente que sin intención duele
Envolver estas vasijas espirituales para discernir
provocado y desenterrado
aprovechando especiales
Herida intencionalmente que sin intención duele
heridas abiertas filtran valor
en pedales somnolientos
que determinan moral y ética.
Para discernir
Reflexiones confirman
Velos armonizan lucha con lo inestable
Herida intencionalmente que sin intención duele
Práctica y ensayo de discernimiento
Para llevar el equilibrio al nivel.
Para discernir.
Quizás solo ocurrió alguna vez.
Luchas espirituales y emocionales
Herida intencionalmente que sin intención duele. Para discernir.
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Siempre tendré que competir
Siempre tendré que competir.
Sufrimos una pérdida porque te sorprendieron.
Llevaba lentes de color rosa.
Eso cortó la conexión.
Cuanto más me ponía al día, más se desgarraban mis sentimientos.
Siempre tendré que competir.
Esa no soy yo.
Puedo irme.
Es una manía.
Solo quiero ser el principal obstáculo.
Por decir lo menos
En conclusión, ¿dónde estábamos destinados a estar?
Si siempre tengo que competir.
Podría mostrarte mi derrota.
Y lo que significa para mí.
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regalos los regalos eran para distraer de la falta. proporcionados y apilados.
quieres mostrar cómo carecer.
sal en la herida y eso es todo.
cuestión de hecho.
actuar era un derecho.
por lo que se negó.
disciplinado y llorado.
los roles se invirtieron, las tornas se dieron vuelta.
los cumplidos se extendieron.
los ensayos y errores se repararon.
los regalos los regalos eran para distraer de la falta. proporcionados y apilados.
quieres proyectar lo que significa carecer.
sal en la herida y eso es todo.
cuestión de hecho.
estar contento.
la biblioteca del gueto presta.
mirar a través de la lente.
obtienes lo que obtienes.
los regalos los regalos eran para distraer de la falta. proporcionados y apilados.
quieres proyectar lo que significa carecer.
sal en la herida y eso es todo.
cuestión de hecho.
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