Disillusioned when expectations wrongly manifested. When the magick gets too specific the world can seem wicked. It's a dirty trick when you thought that you were getting lifted. Rework my imagination so reality get shifted.

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Who's world is this? It's ours believe it or not. Better or worse couldn't have another. Like it or not, this is what we wanted. This is what we wanted. Who's world is this? It's ours believe it or not. Better or worse couldn't make another. Like it or not, this is what we wanted. This is what we wanted.

I feel like running and screaming, instead I'll keep dreaming. Essential function that keeps me believing that I can survive on my own terms in this reality. Do what I feel I need to do. The evolution of a life and all the tests that I been through. Thought that you could get whatever you wanted. Now I know there's repercussions. Thought you could get whatever you wanted. Now I know it's nothing.

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I thought the future was mine but two times been burned for assuming life was in my power. Actually my destiny's a mystery, my history's a story with many eccentric tangents thats building up my talents. Looking at lifes a game I play to win then you deify yourself thinking you control everything. Now I'm getting warning of prophetic dreams in phone calls. I've over stepped my bounds again…

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Breaking social norms is a hobby. Breaking friendly boundaries ends up sloppy and confusion and doesn't guarantee anything. I was looking for experience, pushing people into the realms of dreams, disregarding emotions, actions, and realities. When a dream shatters it's an unforgiving tragedy. Things seem unresolvable, problems unsolvable, relationships are strained and our hearts are uncalmable able but this is what we wanted.

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