Raining sweat out of each pore,
Lightning storms flash in my mind,
Like flashbang grenades from the past.
Blinding & bring tears flowing from each eye,
I can't see the sky, It all blurred and my fears cloud them.
Sometimes I feel like a amature in a room of professionals,
Everyones so loud and overwhelming at times,
We are in a competition of voices, In a enormous crowd,
But it is the choices we make that set us apart.
So start to make a gash in the world or just leave a small scratch,
No ones better than anyone else no matter how well you match up to peoples' expections,
Don't burn your relations with your loved ones for a place of security.
'Cause in the end friends are all there are.
Would you be satisfied if armagedon happened right now?
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