losing sight of the prize at the end of the fall... jus trying to come up without dropping the ball... so far from the norm of what others feel... it's almost as if this life isn't real... watching others has become a thing of the past... self has given up on luv to remain intact... loosening to a different kinda vibe from within... one in which shakes when feet start to make prints... touching the surface to gain grounds... stepping up to the reason life hears the heart that pounds... thriving to reclaim what was lost... without a friend to create new beginnings of flaws... reaching for more as solo as the struggle is real... in no need to drop worth n kneel... for there's far to much work to be done... n there's no other way to get it in other the to be the one... fighting to rise from the depths fallen outta sight... looking forward to the day self doesn't havta hide...piecing the puzzle back together takes some time... so in the silence presence moves to define the fine lines... read as it speaks to anyone attempting to get in... if u ain't a friend, don't bother with thy grin... for it settles for no intruder playing games... nor a flame that doesn't burn at both ends of being tamed... so it's on with the corrections that must take place... secretly listening to how tones carry names... so when the final stages have been met relations jus might have a shot... yet, until then, there's an empty slot... as space is the only thing next to the side... trusting no one before goals are claimed that haven't been denied...
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