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soul
this body's like a fish bowl-"housing" my soul; soul's poking at the "glass"-wanting to let go....
what will it take to "break"-or some how be "made whole"....
but i don't believe in "faith"-and this flesh state keeps me "low"....
every since remembered days-single digit old; always been in this same "state" -known as "cruise control"....
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