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The door,  targeting next
My cup  of  life is  dama for thoughts
do not share, fuck'em expose 'em and you for
a constant, low-grade fever  in all of nobody noticed,
Y'all here cause the loyalty to be against me for what 
I never mailed to 262 and how the communication is not what is in minutes of the calculist
Statistics prove you to be not to be any 
,secured ,not ever for ever now more ,same thing next day is not to say why tie ,
Not the cause of you,it is In thy self of not today ,of which I adjusted for you for but the my I know now don't have any relationship within and oddly how my is still tide with N in any matter of concern of any
Self taught to this adjustment self talk has reassured your arrogance to show these videos and it was me for the block and to partake in these festivities for an answer, there I stood in the quiet air. 
 
I am tired. 
So deeply tired of this arrangement, 
This is so much damage that erosion these days. 
Suppose I'll some type of individual that you are studying and wasn't even that you overdid yourself
These burdens, these misplaced items of the thief of no advancement, this is why you're still sitting there the way you are right Now see clearly now 
they are yours.  How many more people why they lie of my place of being I've heard my name and places I never been in and I'm here
 
Your basic mind of being controlled by another when I'm here 
I am an end, 
a fading for your fulfillment of a swindling and getting over on humanities hard work 
and so you map out your exit strategy, 
a twisted blueprint involving  for my final breath. 
I never hear, it's not a myth, 
And heard how to fold us both 
a shared consequence. I neverminded
Now do to destroy our family with and out and end know no at know wind now end me out of the intermediate world ,my family.
 Why is it bout my it is not you to read what I hear for your advantage, 
You want to use this brittle frame, 
this worn-out  purpose
as a fool for your accomplishments
a final, desperate 
to  some reward 
from the wreckage you’ve made. 
 
Was that not the very seed 
planted on this cracked ground? 
The reason for the long seasons here, 
the two decades to get me too so this endless, highway
 
I learned alone. As any
Every skill articulated 
every insight earned in silence.
I needed you then, perhaps, 
to see the shape of things, 
to navigate the turning tides. 
 
But you— 
the collective of you, 
the ones who shaped the 
 form, of you
this expectation. 
Now, the wanting is gone. Stonewalled
(Yah the same thing next day)
where the imaginary theories  used to yell
I want nothing more from this noise, 
Unfold, and be out with it
the whispers thicken the air, 
but my ears are closing now. 
 
This scandalous 

It’s a thought. 
A clear, cold observation, seems to be
aimed directly at the space between us. 
 
I think. 
I truly, finally, think. 
We're not
And what I think is this: 
Just told
The map is wrong. 
The destination is changed. 
The what's different

Directions

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