Inside the Real
deep enough, how deep do you want it, your life in a box, by the dearly be-loved, how real can you be with only yourself, spend a little time with god, and no one else, time after time, you pend on your life, on the people around you, your cut by a knife, you look, and all you see is red, but you don't see the person,that wanted you dead, imagine, if your mind was what people could see, and your image wasn't judged, with animosity, it wouldn't start the triggers, that cause the affect, and people wouldn't need god, just to be blessed, stop lying to your self and be all you can, cause an independent woman don't need a man, maybe a commitment to fulfill her shelf, but before you love someone,you must love your self, a dream is awoken with an amount of faith, if no faith no more, it eventually breaks follow your hopes with lesser to dream, and inside the real will seem what it means...
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