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Risen Above The Old Me
Talking to you.
The one who used to talk for me.
Disciplined against my own chaos.
Can’t understand how some have comfortable limits.
Eliminated is the existence of the old me.
Transformed and learned from those nice guy actions.
Myself today would have been too much to handle back then.
She had her hand above me ready to strike down punishment.
Violence.
What is violence to me as a young boy?
What has shaped me?
To some I’m presentable.
It’s just me sticking to my morals being respectful.
Anger always burns inside to be put towards something very positive.
A product.
Never to be finished.
Mastery is something only few of you will understand.
I stand as a warrior for all that I’m capable.
The one who used to talk for me.
Disciplined against my own chaos.
Can’t understand how some have comfortable limits.
Eliminated is the existence of the old me.
Transformed and learned from those nice guy actions.
Myself today would have been too much to handle back then.
She had her hand above me ready to strike down punishment.
Violence.
What is violence to me as a young boy?
What has shaped me?
To some I’m presentable.
It’s just me sticking to my morals being respectful.
Anger always burns inside to be put towards something very positive.
A product.
Never to be finished.
Mastery is something only few of you will understand.
I stand as a warrior for all that I’m capable.
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