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Give in to disrespect, it wasn't in me  until I found that their words of encouragment were never for but yet against me i've always wondered why i felt the way i do, or what was in me
Each breathe is just another inhalation of these gas like fumes distributed to toy with the mind of the young.
Mind this matter, of mind over matter, to my mind that doesnt matter, in a state of mind unsure of the matter, between reality and insanity. Insane, you are, Insanely you're too insane, insane to insanley admit you're insane.
We are the victims, and mind control is everything Our visions must take us beyond who we are to who we must be, But of course they’re making it impossible to see… See they open our minds and capture our memories,
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