inspired by those who are on their game
undetered and undisturbed by the demons
black they plauge me and disrupt me
dream a little dream a future bright
artistic altruistic i cant ballistic
this sickness addiction leaves me
behind me the past runs fast in my head
leaving clouds of regret and sorrow
in debt to the master of slaves the enemy
what once was a crutch gives me a purpose
i purpose a toast to the dont anymores
i raise a glass half empty and realize
half full of myself is not the way to be
no longer me im about to explode
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