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Isolate
Dice roll to spite the game
Spit take
Laugh the pain away
Ice the shame until I'm numb
Cupped hands for water drinking
Need to hydrate
Might win might not
Cough and cough and cough
Head full of rocks
No words come to mind
Lost weight, on top of the eating habits
Need an escape that's not destructive
Bitterness in my veins
Plain jane craziness
I got no one to blame, but my choices and actions
Gotta face the pain
I blame it on my genes, blame it on my brain, blame it on everyone else but me
Need to take responsibility for my decisions
My parents ingrained that in me
Kind of risky parentin
Telling a child to take the burden of every choice he makes on his back
Jesus took lashings, I got whooped in the ass
Matter of fact, I got verbally blasted
And reminded that partial fault is adequate enough reason to get beat at all
Spare the rod spare the child
Needed a parent that listens when I tell them
I haven't smiled in the last 6 months, tried to kill myself, and now that's done to be blunt

Bask in the light of morning sunshine
Rose out the flame, burnt clothes and ashtrays
Masked emotions, and cracked frames
Lively face, lying, need the Lord's mercy and grace

Rolling high, life's a dice game
Feeling low, what's life without pain
Ride the crest, till the wave breaks
Take a breath, and then say a prayer
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Take a breath, say a prayer
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Take a breath, say a prayer

I see life as a gamble
Bad choices make for good stories when I get older
Testimonials only homies know for now
But honestly coming to terms with loneliness and how I have to be my own man
Can't take the hand of a girl, sweep her off her feet
On the bottom floor
With staircases of growth to approach
Gotta take it slow
I have to take it slow
Charisma out the gills
Introverted to the seals
Schisms of personality
Spilled meals
Gut-wrenching from Advil
Taken in a high dose
Life reel plays over glazed eyes
In my bed, I lay facing the ceiling fan
Spinning till the morning wake, then I cried
Holding for the final plan
Then I cried. Then I cried

Bask in the light of morning sunshine
Rose out the flame, burnt clothes and ashtrays
Masked emotions, and cracked frames
Lively face, lying, need the Lord's mercy and grace

Rolling high, life's a dice game
Feeling low, what's life without pain
Ride the crest, till the wave breaks
Take a breath, and then say a prayer
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Take a breath, say a prayer
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Breath of air, rejuvenated from a prayer

Calligraphy artist
Neatly laid out thoughts on a canvas
Of ornately constructed models
Vibrations
Coordination obscene
Minding my manners no problem
Solvent bottom feeder garbage
Fast to spit
Ordained oblivious to weak stature
Knowledge, I give
Parts of the heart out
Open on internet fodder
Red carded
Tarnished collage of barely recalled memories
Pastor, please pray for peace poor boy don't play the chance
Says my mind on freak out
Torn up on the inside
Matter of fact
Problematic actions
Dabble in the sins of man
Mad that I portray positivity when I yell when there's no one there
Impaired movement and shooting for a chance at the chair
Who I am to stand tall?
Heaven spared me the lair of spite
Flames, evil delights
Venomous bite
Seething from the seals
Parasitic glam
Fighting for my life with myself in the mirror
Sheer willpower, driven by God-given plans
But human skin is weathered
Scraped knees and palms bloodied
Hold to God's hand last hope,
Knowledge stolen from the tree
Grand illustrious visions of me
But I can't understand
I'm a minuscule man
Barely sitting at the minimum damn

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