Lately I been seekin the meaning why my mind is creeping with demons
Lucidly dreamin wide awake cause sleeping really ain’t frequent
Light up the beacon, where’s the voice of reason when you need em?
Your wise words were treatment when life’s sequence was weakened
For now, my heart leakin the ink bleedin its seepin
On these pages it deepens, tellin me I need changes like the weather does through the seasons
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Author:
asrealastheycome (
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- Category: Spiritual
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