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Find Myself

Im finding myself/
Im indecisive as hell/
But I might just need help/
Reached higher on shelves/
Out of my reach and now Im trying to fail/
Because Im biting at welts/
Left behind by the belt/
Perspiring well/
Into the day because of the unrivaled hand I was dealt/
Im fighting with veils/
That wont be lifted/
Expose your innards/
And Ill show you prison/
I know youll listen/
If I choke on lyrics/
That hold you with them/
Through the darkness of your encroaching visions/
Disrobe your wishlist/
And Ill know you simply/
Because youre innocent/
When were intimate/
So will you just/
Emote and kiss me/
Well elope and with these/
Ill phone my mysteries/
And we'll be thrown through this deep/
Ocean/
Growing/
Through a soulless morning/
Bold and yearning/
While my cold hearts turning/
It takes its toll this burning/
As life unfolds our journey/
Take my hand/
We'll reclaim our chance/
At breaking bands/
That enslave and brand/
All that you change and grasp/
So this day will last/
Remain, hold fast/
As we make our stand/
Because weve got to face this/
So basic/
So dont betray me/
And go apeshit/
I say this/
Because my main rift/
Is between the world at large/
And the guards/
That populate it/
Not defacing/
Property/
But stop embracing/
Hypocrisy/
Cause a democracy/
This isnt/
The powers within/
The distance/
Is arduous/
But Im a part of this/
My hearts in this/
Its my mission/

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