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advice 2 a burning soul
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I see that your souls hurtin
burnin smokin opens your lungs up for demons they've succeeded now the darkness is certain seems to me your a rebel force ridin the breeze with hot coals under your feet you need it igloo cold get those old flames out your souls home so would you rather freeze over? than burn in a chamber you bleed at your own leisure but tragedies is where you get seizures from always livin life on your knees get up and attack with wisdom raise up with your vision never stray away n if you never mend them you never end them your problems don't lob them or else you'll extend them f*ck cryin just solve it don't ask god 2 be involved in it do it yourself got it goin? if so open the mind pull out the wealth |
hey penskill i was gonna ask if I could add this poem as a collaboration with you, but I didn't bother to ask. Your poem was intreguing and tight so I had to write my own.
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