suadz acri Biography

Just a peep to my heart
and see the wounds and scars left
Just a glimpse of my hand
that is filled with past junk
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tug my mind trying to make it free
Trying to free it from the foggy abyss it is in
I hear the chirpping of the birds outside
I feel the pleasure in the pathless woods
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I have licked the fire
I have danced through ashes
I have crossed every bridge
I have climbed through ridge
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i tug my mind, trying to make it free
trying to free it from the foggy abyss it is in
i hear the chirping of the bird outside, that's so rare
and i wonder at the tranquility that lies there
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THERE NEVER WAS SUCH A FRIENDSHIP THAT made ME FEEL THIS WAY
FROM THE BEGINNING N I JUST WANT to SAY
YOU BE THERE 4 ME AND that is HARD to forget
I MAY B ACHING AND NEVER HEALED YET
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