And the words disperse.
I cure all my ailments lyrically,
cause the hardest blocks to beat aren’t experienced physically,
but mentally.
I stay lifted;
beat the negativity, spit out a symphony.
These words are a gift, you see?
And if changing who I am will make you appreciate me,
then go ahead and write this on my eulogy:
I live happily, and I’ll die being who I choose to be.
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