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Dreams of future


Wanting to be an Archeologist by 6th grade Ready to start life Everything figured out Fast forward 15 years Sitting here writing these verses Thinking were did I go wrong Not anywhere I wanted to be This is what words can do Brainwashed Being told over and over That you'll never be anything but stupid The mind was a jungle now Is the driest desert All life gone in the sand The force can be so small Yet make the biggest impact Like the rock that made dinosaurs disappear That's the effect Vampire's drain the mind Need blood to serve
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