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Scratched Vinyl

Broken records playing in minds

sometimes truth,

partially it binds, telling of things already known…damnit I promise I’m not that slow!

Broken records playing in minds…

Alone I was born, torn from time collapsed

melting points capped, leaving us a trap

I die inside every day, just to rise again

Struggle to picture your face, yet your voice still remains in my head space

Lost in life now lost in love

waiting to be released like the pure white dove…

By Empirical Earth Angel

I came into this world with a fiery disposition, headstrong, only to be stifled by unconscious generational traumas. Now I am here, my fire has returned and I'm trying to live a dream like life, the life that's been waiting for me for years, years beyond your wildest imaginations...won't you walk with me...

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