it's been so so long trying to find ways to embrace my essence, consciousness tryin to do good but being blame worthiness own conduction, of my intentions gether with a feeling of obligation to do right or be good livin life in sin tryin to reveal our occupation walkin on thin air wit no limtion
im out! was it rite to do wat i do thinkin about my history i keep it a Mistery open it up then it become clear to me didn't have no fear just mere image of me.
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