Trapped
Feels like I'm caught in the cross hairs, drama tumbling mama mama brother sister cousin, no one can save you lost in tormenting you self slave treatment. I'm strong ashes fall on the floor from the exhales of the burnt past memories. We feel we feel we fall. Then get up to gain a baby step. Im stronger. Respect my baby step. I see the future at times but not me in it. Is my fault they trapped me the matrix seems easy to escape it. We feel we fall we feel. when I taste victory. I am the strongest, only trapped when I made mistakes now I'm the strongest In Wait!
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