Figuratively speaking.

change is condescending.

life without cause..

is fraud..

no believers...

only perceivers..

nobody to pass...

only wide receivers..

.I bless you...

you stress me...

I direct you..

you decept me...

whos blind?..

im blind...

respect sees potential...

and potential sees time..

i can only grasp yesterday..

in overdue time..

if only these clocks rewind.

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