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No longer do I self-deceive Aware of the might that lies beneath my sleeve Within my divine power, I surely believe Intuitively knowing that I am ready to leave Anything that makes me feel grief. Because for so long I was torn between being wise and naรฏve I was tryna get a handle on my speed Gut the Dutch, break down the weed Mustered the courage to fight the greed That my ego would constantly need So afraid to check the seed Unsure of its growth because I was the weed. Toxic potion in the past That is why with … Continue reading ๐ฝ๐ฆ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐ โ๐๐ค๐๐๐ค