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My Problems don't have an address.
I think it's because my heart is too far away, and that's where my problems tend to originate.
Live a fake life,
believing lies so my problems can not be identified,
I couldn't address them without the address I cant address them
Depression, stuck from the lust that is dressed in the perfect way possible.
Eye appeal doesn't describe how
I would feel.
I am Gods' and that's a blessing
but well,
temptation looks good and sin is sexy as hell.
You feel me?
I guess its me just trying to put life in perspective
Deceptive Deception creating each silly question.
Answers have crept in.
Mistakes come with lessons,
Actions, reactions, my mind keeps on pressing my thoughts to my forehead
Headache.
Stressing. My struggles I know,
but problems, problems, problems I have yet to address them.
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