"The contradictions of my soul, flows just as deep as the ocean. The constant brickerings clash like night and day, planted but overthrown by physical and spiritual, making me blow from one end to the other. Sanity lies the prize, at arms length, but the contradictions weighs me down, by how each thought plays, submit or fight, speak or don't speak. Be petty or let that shit go. Man, seems like the more I fight and learn, the contradictions appear, cause who can say their perfect? Or, say that my imperfections are shameful? My only prayer is to step out of what I think, and just be wide open about myself and give a middle finger to those that judge. Cause last I checked. You didn't die for me."
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