As I Evaluate the Boy in the Mirror
Drowning…..yeah this is drowning for sure. You’re happiness supersede my very own sanity. I am the common denominator yet I relish at these other factors that makes Life seem so crystal clear from my own two. Sometimes blowing my brains is the only answer, sometimes showing myself I really don’t care once the switch flip is paradoxical. Ignorance is bliss and I’m blissfully ignorant to what my Soul craves. Sometimes in the club muggin is my vibe, other times I want to experience everything that encompasses raves. Actually I know what my Soul requires but that requires potential pain and I’ve never did well with heavy rain. Well in a place I felt spiritually safe I admired the window panes.
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