My words be on repetition
Like it’s been written
Thinkin if I speak it enough, it’ll come into existence
I like to think, we linked to the universe
So what you rehearse will return the terms you deserve
I keep my faith, with no waste on set beliefs
I’m complete knowing my fate is concrete
Not discreet that I’m at peace
when it’s my time for me and death to meet
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Author:
asrealastheycome (
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- Category: Spiritual
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