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Isolate

Dice roll to spite the game

Spit take

Laugh the pain away

Ice the shame until I'm numb

Cupped hands for water drinking

Need to hydrate

Might win might not

Cough and cough and cough

Head full of rocks

No words come to mind

Lost weight, on top of the eating habits

Need an escape that's not destructive

Bitterness in my veins

Plain jane craziness

I got no one to blame, but my choices and actions

Gotta face the pain

I blame it on my genes, blame it on my brain, blame it on everyone else but me

Need to take responsibility for my decisions

My parents ingrained that in me

Kind of risky parentin

Telling a child to take the burden of every choice he makes on his back

Jesus took lashings, I got whooped in the ass

Matter of fact, I got verbally blasted

And reminded that partial fault is adequate enough reason to get beat at all

Spare the rod spare the child

Needed a parent that listens when I tell them

I haven't smiled in the last 6 months, tried to kill myself, and now that's done to be blunt

Bask in the light of morning sunshine

Rose out the flame, burnt clothes and ashtrays

Masked emotions, and cracked frames

Lively face, lying, need the Lord's mercy and grace

Rolling high, life's a dice game

Feeling low, what's life without pain

Ride the crest, till the wave breaks

Take a breath, and then say a prayer

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Take a breath, say a prayer

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Take a breath, say a prayer

I see life as a gamble

Bad choices make for good stories when I get older

Testimonials only homies know for now

But honestly coming to terms with loneliness and how I have to be my own man

Can't take the hand of a girl, sweep her off her feet

On the bottom floor

With staircases of growth to approach

Gotta take it slow

I have to take it slow

Charisma out the gills

Introverted to the seals

Schisms of personality

Spilled meals

Gut-wrenching from Advil

Taken in a high dose

Life reel plays over glazed eyes

In my bed, I lay facing the ceiling fan

Spinning till the morning wake, then I cried

Holding for the final plan

Then I cried. Then I cried

Bask in the light of morning sunshine

Rose out the flame, burnt clothes and ashtrays

Masked emotions, and cracked frames

Lively face, lying, need the Lord's mercy and grace

Rolling high, life's a dice game

Feeling low, what's life without pain

Ride the crest, till the wave breaks

Take a breath, and then say a prayer

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Take a breath, say a prayer

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Breath of air, rejuvenated from a prayer

Calligraphy artist

Neatly laid out thoughts on a canvas

Of ornately constructed models

Vibrations

Coordination obscene

Minding my manners no problem

Solvent bottom feeder garbage

Fast to spit

Ordained oblivious to weak stature

Knowledge, I give

Parts of the heart out

Open on internet fodder

Red carded

Tarnished collage of barely recalled memories

Pastor, please pray for peace poor boy don't play the chance

Says my mind on freak out

Torn up on the inside

Matter of fact

Problematic actions

Dabble in the sins of man

Mad that I portray positivity when I yell when there's no one there

Impaired movement and shooting for a chance at the chair

Who I am to stand tall?

Heaven spared me the lair of spite

Flames, evil delights

Venomous bite

Seething from the seals

Parasitic glam

Fighting for my life with myself in the mirror

Sheer willpower, driven by God-given plans

But human skin is weathered

Scraped knees and palms bloodied

Hold to God's hand last hope,

Knowledge stolen from the tree

Grand illustrious visions of me

But I can't understand

I'm a minuscule man

Barely sitting at the minimum damn