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Sunday, 9 July 2017

lost child

lost child
where i am from,
anxiety run through my veins
it's what keep me running
keep me high on adrenaline

some call it pain
we call it sweet agony

good lord help me
go wherever, however you want it

show me the plan
i vouch i'll be a victor

aspirin, my bystander
let's be happy
that's what that homie breathed
yet what he call soul
is just my broken mind that cant relate

high on trepidation,
double x, xy, no xyz
that's the feels of the wights

genuine tranquility,
quand les poules auront des dents