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[Just Write]

False conceptions, my feet can't walk corrected
Rip off my feeble skull without a thought connected
Lost perceptions, their eyes will close for good.
Rose and stood on a Fucked Life like a Soldier should.
The womb was dark, my birth forgot to bloom a heart,
I grew apart always knowing I was doomed from start
fumes will spark to bring words of a thousand voices...
But the sounds are pointless when my walk has miles of choices