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Their Spit Crushed My Dreams


My creators claim they’ll support me,

every idea I have is denounced,

its cancelled out, 

I have a fire in my brain,

there’s gray clouds in my eyes I think it’s going to rain, 

I am wanting to have moral support for my dreams, 

no one takes it seriously, 

I understand those around me who also have no cushion, 

saliva from the dream crushers, crushed my dreams.

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