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I stare at the blank sheet and try to make a beat

Time to turn the lights out, no one on the street

Things inside my mind, trying to keep them discreet

Feeling the old flow come back this night, the show repeats

If I try to listen to my soul I can still hear the screams

The stupid thing tears itself apart, right at the seams

How shall I make it understand, it chases the wildest dreams

And though these things do happen, they don't happen to me

Going to sleep in a while, haven't yet brushed my teeth

Need a partner to vent to, but no one thinks its worth listening to me

You people read my words, but there's no one talking to me

Tired of typing in the screen, want it to become real to feel

A connection with another soul, sign with me the devil's deal

If you let me open you up like a can, destroy your soul's seal

I'll open myself up too, my heart is yours to steal

I type anything that comes up in my mind for the rhymes, its a feat

I don't even know what the next line brings but Im hoping its neat

I circled back to the same rhyme again, that is the power of the beat.

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