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Strated

Somebody told me something 

I don't care to remember so just kept moving 

They say the dark dog finds a moving tagert hard to catch 

So I thank God for my restless spirit 

I dunno if I be helped of I didn't go through the helpless stage 

But all that was yesterday 

Things having taken a turned 

For a boy who always felt so down things are strated to look up 

So many winter so many dark thoughts 

It begin to feel like spring cause am tornin out 

Am strated to feel again 

So am going to do my best to hang on this time 

 

 

 

◄ A letter to me

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