"Just another soul looking for relief from the hotness of the sun. On my knees praying, wondering if I'm heard or just rambling. Who could care less about what I say or feel? Got so many saying they got love for me, but when I need them, their just scares as ghosts. Just another soul looking for relief, from the many places my mind wanders to. Masterbate my thoughts between the lines of this pad, seeing as though I feel no remorse as to if I'm felt, cause only God knows where I'm going. Just crazy that I could expect to give and show love, and in exchange get no relief. A fool I feel like, but who cares for a soul just roaming?"
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