The smuttening
a constant
It's all in your head
Insaults, degrading towards an individual
,you laugh an this individual is fucked off
cause of thereself huh, wasted time ,
a background solid ,never truly investigated
Only invested for my death,
Wasn't any questions to tune out,
I continued with the self
Outtahtune,
or maybe tune into,
This delay,or on delay,
Yah,on delay for a decade of yalls fuckury stupid ass Insaults, as far as ,stealing my identity, what's it
searching for
It's something I couldn't quite name.
Life.
But the weight of them
,is only the egos of a sure thing,
Don't matter,they rape my mind daily an yall thought their the intelagent mutherfuckers,
It is me, only to know nothing for I will recognize and straightening they disintegrate of all this good ideas and guaranteed they know not how to ,oh,facts,these facts mind never,
Animosity now, for what, did this make sense to you,
( no) it is only their opinions,
became too much. Forgetting the purpose you,
I don't concern myself with the chatter anymore,
not when it starts of who I am.
Edited videos,at gun point,
The threats, they linger,
whispers of doubt that tried to redefine me,
They have,and the loyalty,what is this loyalty, this loyalty is like,common,isn't it, or nah,
Nah yah mold me into something
Of a thought ,suppose it was acceptable.
But in that molding,
something precious was lost,
Us
the genuenality
the core of me.
And when that true self is hidden,
What is there to appreciate?
Anything that's bonded, you'd know it
anything that's shared, you'd know it
becomes a routine
Nevermore is of this new connection.
It knows you
We can't truly know the beauty of
what
tied when
The threats are broken threads from within.
So we move forward,
each in our Oras,
relying on what ,well, this has I suppose has always been for any that's known me,
And I can assure you, that,that is,that's the only conclusion, I can come up with, how ever long it takes, ,and its been my whole life,
an my mind couldn't grasp,
Not evermore to know now,
No more forever
can assume.
Why assume?
Loyalty.
Why build castles of belief on the shifting sands of guesswork?
When my genuinenessis rooted in the solid ground of what is fact,
what can be seen, we'd know it
what stands before us,we'd know it
Is it clear?
Or better yet,this last adjective
we can learn together,
two minds unraveling the mysteries side by side.
Nah,
For both of us to know,who knows,
to truly understand.who knows,
And what is mended,
Know it.
what is carefully put back in its rightful place,
between us,
Just
not with the fragile hope of assumption,
Concerned?
but with the solid strength of assurance.
Not concerned?
A certainty,
knowing
steady.
That's where the true aura of appreciation
in what we build,
together,
on a foundation
free from the tainted voices.
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