The sun is calling me
All the voices in my head need a place to be set free.
I need to be in a place where my thoughts have no place to hide.
Where my demons and my angels have room to fight within the tide.
I need to feel the sun's Ray's and the sand cutting in between my thighs
To remind me that life isn't about the pain we go through it's about how fun of a ride.
I need to smell the ocean as if I were in between the legs of a online hooker
I need to fear the birds as my peers fear being as free as ones wings
I need to breath in the world at it's most violent and misunderstood to understand what is thought as a never could..
Im content with my of conflict with the word FREE.
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