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Confusion-Solution, Solution-Confusion

Every day that goes by i get more paranoid about my life. Im just trying to figure out where i need to be. The homie knows but i haven’t spoken to him. I have some much shit running through my mind, my thoughts of maniac have altered my brain. I just feel like i need to close my eyes and let this confusion consume itself inside. My mother tells me not to worry but i worry about my life. A failure i don’t want to be, i have been trying to stay away from my father footsteps. I dont want to be forgotten but i dont want to be remembered as a stranger form of human being, haunted by the sick world that took over my soul. I know i have a plan and purpose and all i need to figure out is how to master my maniac mind from being took over by the world. I keep repeating to myself where do i have to be? where do i have to be? I don’t think it matters where, i shouldn’t even be afraid. Forgive me lord even though you’ve already forgotten it. You are the only one who never sees me sin.

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