losing is a part of the game.
the flow is slow but i am going against it.
and what if there was a great beat?
i never know what and why.
maybe it's a BIG retreat?
i am in too deep.
still hard to keep.
and yet hard to be said outloud.
you know you know it.
small and neat.
simple and nice.
shiny but dull.
edible yet hard to chew.
i know i am far in too deep.
is it worth trying?
maybe it was just a saying.
still hard to keep.
show me some sunshine.
pour me your greatest rain.
you know cloud fasten the run.
keep it slow if you want.
figure it out.
wrap it out.
dying to go out.
it was a great shout.
tell me where do you stand.
in a cloud or a mountain?
beneath the door or under the floor?
still breathing yet gasping.
beat it.
the flow is fast and keep up with the pace.
hit the right eyes.
keep the small one.
and yes.
i think i have a sprained ankle.
it was a good babble.
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