(While music on top is playing... speaks this poem in generalization
The soul to give up time,
Closing the eyes of a widowed,
Opening those of a woman,
Knowing there will always be life,
Life shall find you,
Whom will preside when you intertwine,
Speech impairment when it comes to the irrelevant,
Secretly I love you all,
But Hes at his best, a best to admit I love you
His best is my bet, cause when I win the bet the kid was stressed at the fact his wordplay is my play, a sick play just to keep sane
So I stare into the mirror
I see my reflection
smoking mirrors the ground getting higher
those to know how I create such a scene would laugh and call me a lier
why is that whom ok ?
this is what happens when I dont remenisce for a day
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