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working ahead of myself.
i am a prophet.
my mind brings life
to fears and regrets.

writing my own destiny.
setting plans to shape.
i know my words
must be filled with hate.

can't be wrong,
never was before.
everything must fall
into its place.

wasn't what i expected.
cannot accept truth.
i tie you down
and call you "liar."

stomach is turning
and my mind is a race.
i've lost control again,
all words must escape.

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