' decolonizing your mind

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They say, you can't live without it, You can not see it, You can feel it, It is in the rising of the sun, It is in the painting os the sky with stars, It is in you, it is in me,
Too much on the mind but not enough to say There's something magical about writing And coughing on the foam of a latte Too much to say but not enough to see Listening to the people singing
my interior design fixes up to be my mind nerves build the walls up
THE EYES SEES A LOT BUT THE HEART IS SO BLIND HOW WILL YOU KNOW WHAT YOU OWN WHEN YOU CANNOT SURVIVE BY YOUR OWN BREATH ALONE
Dear society, There is hair sown to my arms and legs but you have given me razors for that. Imperfections dug on my face and none of your creams and pills work. A tunnel in between my front teeth…
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