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I search and search to find what I want Just to Realize I’ve found what I didn’t need Searching gets tiring As people inspire me, Until the deceit; coming from what EACH person was desiring The lies Keep us Tied-up in Knots Enslaved Strangled by Games we all play. Things unsaid that I wish that I could Say But No So Problems get held close Because stress is how I’ve learned And Grief is the water to my Burns In a Way I search and search to find what I want Just to Realize I’ve found what I didn’t need It’s easier for me-to accept denial, then to deny what's acceptable, It’s easier for me-to accept denial, then to deny what's acceptable, It’s easier for me-to accept denial, then to deny what's acceptable, But that’s not acceptable to God. So that’s unacceptable for me. When is happiness unimportant? Well when is unimportance an important factor? Portions of disaster distributed from actions enforced through actors In which are masters of masking actions, Causing bridges to get severed faster, Understand… As I’m falling into heaven The Rain is getting Wetter and Dreams are getting better But don’t sleep Because you won’t want to be- Caught in a web of lies Searching and Searching to find what you once had Just to end up recognizing everything that you don’t have It’s not sad If you smile with a warm heart But smiles turn to frowns as the world turns cold Cause= Frowns from a child Effect= The young grow old Quick What I don’t have is missed Love and Hate are in the mix Because everything I know Just appeared like magic tricks I’ve found what I should’ve been looking for the entire time I have Found God.
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poeticmindset7

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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poeticmindset7
Thanks for the encouragement homie. Keep your head up.
poetik_maduro
you got talent bro, keep it up! I read atleast 10 of your peoms and I don't criticize, I open up to your words and paint your picture. And from what i can already tell you went through alot and is getting there. Keep it up!

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