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They ask me, Lost, how you learn to write? The question sounds simple but the answer ain't easy for those that haven't walked in my shoes, not followed my path or been graced with my sight. See this is my anatomy, poetic i should say, this is my soul inked out on these pages i pass your way. These are the lost thoughts from that boy that went to school, long sleeves, still shook from the beatings he withstood, long way home heart hung heavy on his sleeve till blood drops to his notebook as he falls to his knees. His pain accompanies each quote, each rhyme, each line, written like his life is in each stroke of the pen, then again that's where it began, see my spirit never had a voice so I never had a choice like crack to a fiend the ink brought me to a high, craving it more and more the sensation seemed to multiple, seconds, minutes too long, the tension in my body, a shiver through my spine shaking like I got chills...but its summer time.. Its clear to me you don't really understand what its like to not have and still have taken out you're hands, don't know how it feels to grip steel rest it on your head praying this kills how you feel, took enough pills to make an elephant lay still, this is real, tears on my heart, no fear in my breath quick look to the heavens to ask God what's next. Times have changed and i was led through the storm sat through the eye of the hurricane reborn as one of his own, God guided my steps but showed me how to walk on my own, see I'm destined in God's plan walking in God's steps, so how can you halt progress when I'm coming with God's help, see there was a point a tried to take my own life, one count but just say it was given back more than twice, so as i come out the shadows and step into the light I'm bringing everything that he taught me and gave me in my life.
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