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life

now dwellling in separation, I was failing

evaporation in quicksand,

rising to my pituitary gland

so many obituary plans

surrounded me

I'm only trying to be successfull

but these haters keep it stressfull

praying for the fail at any avail

I swear this devil in hell

playing it to the nails

I even stay in aggravation when in isolation

almost as if anxiety is my occupation

these backstabbers seem to never retire

only adding fuel to my fire

which seems ironic

Lord excuse the gin and tonic

at times I tend to lose focus, I refuse

to be buried to these crabs and locust

I won't decelerate nor deflate

we all have choices, your choice is welfare

the nerve to be mad at me for trying

elevate my life in my spare

cause I separate from the hook and snare

I'll carry on, no sleep, deep pen porn

merging into morn

you won't rob my glory or leave me

a twisted story to tell

never in a lifetime will I let you haters prevail