I can read, I can write
Bless my greed, crease unfold
I can breathe, proven fact
Write some words, make them rhyme
Is it me, or my ego
Set the mood, something new
Is it me, or my attitude
Pieces for, story line
If you want, to belong The extremes, acted out
Practicing
And you miss, the extremes
Perfecting
Pressuring
Unto to me I will wade, in the fire
Idle times, analyzing
To explain, your asylum I speak, to hear, my voiceWe'll compare, all our sightings, come on.
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