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Eyes Closed


Still Blind to the truth Still Blind to the lies. Still Blind Still Deaf, Cant hear or See The heart I know is inside. I promise I can't see everything thats Good in me, people try to hear me clearly, but when near me, I couldn't speak. I feel Fine. That's a Lie The Truth is im still blind. I try to find the best in people for reasons I can't define. I think that I can see that I want to look, but if I should, I can't decide. I need a sign, maybe two But if I earned it, I wouldn't be able to see it. Because i'm blind in this world, The only thing I see is my poetry as I read it, And a little love here and there. More hate here than there. I would change it if I could, But I can't, so I won't. I keep my pain and my soul trapped together Egg and Yolk. When I have a good day, I sit in my bed and sulk Because a bad day is coming, so why should I have hope? I can't see anything, I Can't find my way home. Still blind to my life, these words were wrote in stone.
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I have a complex mind. I am unable to speak surface, no matter how hard I try. These words are more than just words. These characteristics of who I am can be interpreted as pleased, but PLEASE help me as I'm venting'- , because Lord knows Ace The Poet loves undivided attention.

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