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Eyes Opened


The mirror plays games I've asked myself why But i guess it just happens, Like water and a tide. Like-the blue in the sky Who can decide how useless am I. I mean how useless I am Was that a truth or a lie? Like death when you die, Im upset so I cry But don't mind me I am just another person That chose to walk by So don't mind me The truth is I'm not special But thats a lie for you to hear I awake in the morning to see the night that is near The truth is a distance Im willing to walk But why are there lies whenever they talk!? Don't mind them Its obvious that it is all that they know They play little games and they reap what they sow Around beautiful flowers, Bad seeds they grow Hot headed today and tomorrow is cold But don't mind them Because my God is my strength You should give him attention When i say don't mind me, Thats a form of repentance Don't mind us, Lord.
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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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