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What do I look like in a room of others thinking, thinking out of this world? No one even notices me, I past by and I get a glance if I'm lucky I feel gold though,
I'm not one to write I don't do poems or songs I dont have a diary I rarely speak about what's wrong I bottle things up So deep till eventually That cup Overflows Over throws
My body awakens with a refreshing shrug, I plant my feet onto the cushioned rug,
I can fly
Ripped but not running
My astronomic family and I get around
I lived a lifeless life, I mean growing up fatherless, my daddy was super stressed, call
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