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Insanity


They say the definition of insanity is doin the same thing over n over again n expecting different results.

Who is there to consult when the result of my mind doesn't find reciprocity and lives in insult

God stay throwin me situations to test my patience

But so far I'm passing and my knowledge learned is surpassing,

My generosity still not rationed.

Compassion is what makes me

In relationship to what breaks me is the absence of peace so the pieces of me exhales into these beats

Sometimes I suffer from the fact that I attempt to keep my mind intact

From the amount of peace ppl find deceased in their souls.

Look far beyond what u know and scope the vision that elopes ur spirit

Never get lost in the pain.

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Atlas Cortez

Hayward, CA. Philosopher, artist, mental nomad.

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