Running.Sprinting from all I could be feeling,Running the flames up to the ceiling ...No deceiving, can’t play myself ...Can’t run from what you should be feeling .

Hoping for hope but I’m not hopeless .My faith drives me through all these process...Why would my dreams feel impossible?If the bottom is possible, the top Is just some edibles.

Growing through emotions ,Only felt loved twice, my second love is still sweets.She coordinates my emotions.If life’s really a gift then it should be wrapped in brown sheets...raw sheets.

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