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my abyss

digging into the dark recesses of my mind.
soul searching but how can i when i feel so fuckin blind.

thought that shit was over... wow... that shit snapped back in my head like ou!

bringing back all these painful memories.
finding out what it all really meant to me.

but now i'm in my head going through that rewind
and now i'm really wondering why.

but you cant live your life constantly in yo mind
on rewind

i'm saying to myself i gotta free my mind!

trying to make sense of this shit but at the end of the day.
my conclusion is all this shit is just a fucking pretense.

i'm just using this shit to say what i really wanna say.

cuz i'm so tired of always being on the defense.
my life its so fucking hard to condense.

just trying to find out what it all fuckin meant to me.
none of this shit makes sense to me.

gotta move on & become something great.
but as i'm trying yall just pushing all that hate.

cuz i really just want this life shit to be redefined.
all the time knowing i'm my own life's mastermind.

and hold that shit in my mind.

been holding that shit to my breast.
all this time wondering whats coming for me next.

who's gonna rape me of my keys to success.

still trying to stay inspired but its so hard
when all that's transpired.

constantly thinking somethings a fuckinmis.
cuz i'm constantly stuck down in my abyss.
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Submitted by datgirlbbw954 on January 27, 2020

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Lindsay Mancano

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