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Wake Up


I woke up in this world Thinking it’s free Think it’s for me But is it really? They told me “you’ll understand when your older” I don’t really get that Now I see that People are struggling People are hustling Thought that won’t ever be me But I lied to myself When I got older Cause pain kept running over my shoulder Losing myself I can’t find it But how can I find it In hell Cause that’s where I was living You see that It was black With nothing to hold to No one close to Fear came running at me Thinking it got me Thought pain had it for me Until it said “Do it” Then I realize I had a solution To write with motion It got me out of the black Freed me from fear Now I can hear Pain gave me this Does it want me to fight? What a dumb question Cause it gave me a lesson The world won’t be in your perspective It’s deceptive
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Salvation21

See alot of people get confused on why I do this. It something that personally helps me aswell. God gave me this gift a powerful gift as an outlet. Thats what writing is for me. When emotion flies over me this is where I go. It's what I call Real writing. It's a therapy for me.

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