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And this is,
where all is going down,
where my own mind,
goes out its order.
My body won’t collaborate,
my soul is at its top,
in a schrinking sound,
on this colliding,
this consumes me out.
Why am I punishing,
why am I like drugging my body,
why can I not stop down now.
This is mental.
I know 's a step by step work,
that I dream, to do in a hour.
But before my tears will starts down,
my smile will fire up,
the mirror burn down,
and the vengeance of me,
to my own self of the past,
will be so sweet.
About the Creator
The Mager
Just a man in a mission.
Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,
dreaming in the arts by night,
living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny
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