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Vision


Water on the teeth that bind my words

Floating away from the acid that got me burned,

I just want to fade into an existence,

Upon a vision.

Please just listen.

Once upon a blood stained page, I was judged for my disposition

My demeanor isn’t of age

And I won’t take the stage just to tell you I’m a star

I’ll scream it from the ink that I’ve put down so far.

Water in the air

Drink it like your last breathe

Here let me give you a sip

I’ve been slippin into fiction

Letting other people control my vision

Let me tell you what I deem to be my mission

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I am youthful and high spirited.

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