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Mold it all

Mold the beat,
Mold my beliefs,
Mold my sanity
Mold it all
As I am only used to impress
Time has made me more than
Emotionally stressed
We made a new
Why do I hang by those words?
Your tears I drink
Letting them wash your vision
Never again as you throw a deuce
Flipping the script only to
Read blurred lines.

(2014)

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