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Mind Free


Writing is apart of me

It takes me away like an arteria

I believe in the lord and realize a great mind was the start of me,

I close my eyes and Imagine, 

Why I have so much passion?

Why am I addicted to the dream with these lights flashing

Invest so much time into it now my stock is crashing

Thought money was everything 

Only God is everlasting

Working all day so I am a slave

I lost my ethusiasm

All I want out of life is Money, Cars, and the latest fashion

Anixiety and obession 

Focused on these worldly possesions

How can I live happy 

Constantly stressing 

Suicidal thoughts what a terrible sign

Lost the true meaning of love

Now its time to unwine

With my eyes open now

And my mind flowing now

Its time to shine like the sun

Can't get  lost in the clouds 

I write because I see

 I write because its me

 I write cause my beliefs can't be

Taken from me

I don't focus on what  the media pleas

I don't want my mind controlled

I want my mind free

 

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