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Notoriety and self imagery are words made fill the dictionary with no real meaning, or giving false hope to those believing, My soul screaming due to battling multiple demons that i won't speak of What's the use if I'm see as refuse by those i hold dear and true To you it may seem nonchalant to me it means a lot I'm tired of being in the lights spot Paranoia and psychosis not helping a lot Could've been blind if it wasn't for a simple blood clot Rugs and clothes materialistic things means not What i want is to watch the clock Till i drift off in my suite cott Dead flesh rots So bless the living and don't flock Sodomites with solemn rights Wanna grab mics to make right In stead we write to right the wrongs despite the despise of many eye looking at the sun rise The son has already risen from dawn break and that's not mistaken Take it as you will I'm not complacent Complaints from neighbours who only know half the comments Spat commits mets flaming till the point im naucious Her love was cosmic why did i flaunt it She was too gorgeous And I'm just average She beyond basic And I forgot to shave my features Instead I laced my sneakers preaching to a choir of lakers Paper was the motive now I'm changing I need her forgiveness To actually reach bliss in life with no contest My heart split like Pangia continental drift When she left it caused a rift in my chest
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Mohamed Tahir

I'm a 20 year old interested in art, music philosophy and poetry.

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