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im focused on trying to stay focused, today I dealt with some blows now the process. of sorting through this s**t can feel hopeless, its bogus but it still gets under the skin like osmosis. im so ******** sick. i dont understand how you can still stay concerned, your bold and brilliant, you should know i havent learnd. havnt learnd to be better. just dissatisfied and now its burnd deep in. ********, im like gods worst sin. but don't slip, do you remember thoughs people who you roll with is? there like the staff that can turn to snakes like moses. motives get exposed quick, when there not there, so don't trip. no one is worth what your soul is. no sun immersed in the coldness. just get past the bitterness out the standstill. it wasn't in the cards. some people just can't deal, play the hand you're dealt. it might make a grand still. those that know me know that im on my own path, like a nomad rolling without a roadmap. just millions of people in a box with no gas. i consider myself a car, with a broken dash. but my generations moving so fast, running like machine gun taps. from the fear and stress and tears choked back. and now look, im face down on the dash. i ******** up so bad i crashed. the people that were always there for me, were standing outside. waiting for me to come back alive and just realize, that my minds polluted by the air from smoke stacks, let the freshness in my windows cracked, so i can live my life and sit back.