tension is pretending that there wasn't no affection,
for this lesson tighten my chest, speaking my mind is a dangerous quest,
i fall and i get up, you push and so I resolved a problem that from the beginning I should've given up,
Unsatisfied she plead, for she only wants peace,
reality is harsh for many poor souls that weaken at ease,
mind over matter i see!!
I fight this battle as that snake rattle,
for things i had discovered that is rabble,
Listening to the inner of long lost blossom tree, went opaque
when you decided to throw me down the stream,
my soul scream for this bad manners to be deceased,
Across this fence I see children in need,
My feeling ceased so I believe that there is nothing more of me to give........
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