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I Used To Pray
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CV- I exist...
IP:
I exist...
blue - Boy
Red - grandpa
What to grip...other then the image of my divine fibs
Going through a shape shift...like a vortex on fine tips
Reading through my old transpripts...thinking "do I exist"
I thrust my fist...at any one who attemps to blame my lisp
for not understanding me...i derserve an apology...
I drop my pen in quantitys...lookin for modesty
listining to harmony... i exsist...constantly
"Grandpa...what do you have for me"
"its a book kid...its somethen you gotta see..
Ive been hearing you dont beleive..." "what"
"you know what i mean...your confused.." "probably"
Im lost man...i dont know where i am, i can barely stand
its like im concrete...but yet sinking through the land
Who am i...I write because i like to lie...i dont cry
the last time i told my self ide shed a tear...
.....was when you died
My minds fried...i repeat who am I
"Im still hear...kid..." "Why do you still call me that"
"Its my way of saying you do exist even if things go bad"
"No you dont understand...things are better...
then theyve ever been"
"then whats wrong...if your going strong... "its not...
that im going strong its that all my ive been caught...
what am i hear for...i have the mind of an adult..but im a kid"
"Then your asking me the truth huh... "Do I..." "You Exist"
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Corrupted Visions
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