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Look after your family
Behind with anxiety
Crippled and it's ironing my ego
Free from sight
Give a break to yourself
Stop being so hard on yourself
Oh my God, I shoulda felt when my Grandmother died
But it twisted away my moments burned away tonight
I am sorry I lied all those times
I can't control myself some times
Struggle to communicate unless it's in a rhyme
Letting people down, it's a cycle

Cannot forsea these poems
Twist of fate and you're broken
By my words on this final page my Sun appears frozen
I loved a whole lot and the fallout from that
Leads to addiction for me
Final page I am at
Have so many words but it's feeling untitled
Learned from role models, it is them who inspire us
Say a whole lot it is untitled

I'm not shocked at this position but understanding's an issue
My folks sip each day and I've inherited that shit too
Except I'm not fond of alcohol
I prefer to wallow in my ghosts and feel no pain
Speaking of which, where's the roach
Found my favourite relations don't share my blood
But if the apple be the root then I know where it's from
Said it doesn't fall far but some spells are still in play