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Motivation

My nights are white
Words are black
My blood is pain
My veins are insane.


Purify my soul
They are dust
Just a rise again
And I am gone.


You are my sound
My grey brain cells
Check me in you
Find it within now.


You asked me a lot
My failure is a lesson
I am not a teacher
But I can guide you.

Written by mcjay
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