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buzzybee4you

Your former self 

the one on a shelf.

It may rise from the dead

amidst the noise in your head.

 

Things will never be the same, though

your struggle never be lame, bro.

 

You gotta just find the right time and place

and the good people to see you not as a face,

but the person your are becoming.

 

Your demons will stop running 

and there will be peace.

 

You hold the key to your release.

 

 

 

 

  • Author: buzzybee4you (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 26th, 2024 18:01
  • Category: Unclassified
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