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Inner Peace


I See The Way People Handle Who I Am

Am I Too Blame?

That Some Think Its A Game?

To Play..

You Can Be Smart But Sometimes

Too Smart For Simple Things

You See The Bell And Hear It Ring

Alarm Was Noted

But You Let It Go Snooze

You Trying Too Lose?

Lose Yourself Because You Don't Want

The People Around You To Leave

But You Know You Can't Believe Half Of What They Do

STOP Hitting Snooze

Only A Matter Of Time Before The Alarm Stops Going Off

The Things You Looked Past Are What's Been Brought

To Your Attention Finally

Is This It?

Am I Dead Inside?

Not Yet

The Little Time That's Left

Is What You've Been Dealt

GET UP

Your Inner Peace Is Better Than Being Deceased

Inside

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