Just when I thought I'd lose my mind
I climbed out of my skin and rose above my eyes.
For what I used to see was an attack to my dream
It didn't seem as if love existed,
But as soon as I started to become love,
There wasn't anyhting that wasn't.
A spark came to my eye,
As I realize it's all up to me.
It's up to me to see the truth.
It's up to me to be living proof.
Miracles began to exist,
When I began to look in the mirror
And I didn't resist.
There's no such thing as inferior.
Once I let go of perfection,
Life changed within a blink
No need for frustration
It's all in my instict.
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