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You do what you are you speak with a twist with the legacy of trust Ending with a twitch

When your dead the only way to stay awake is to remember your self for if you fall asleep to wake up in some body else’s dream ..

It is truly the real stepfathers/mothers who can hold their head up proud watching a child grow knowing blood does not make it so

There are tribes within tribes and there are tribes who hide from the tribe who believes it is time

It is the tears of a child that falls upon the news written by a group who refuse to entertain the common sense that shouts in vain for ..

Is it destiny that draws you to a fate that you create

Will there be a day when the bony hand opens the closet from within smiling at your fear that hides behind the mask you bare

May your god help you when you become fully aware that the thoughts you are thinking are what you put there

Was it the whispering in your ear that spoke from what you desired to see that gives you the excuse this is how it is meant to be

Being flawed is not the problem it is to what degree