The Letters are insignificant
The Poems aren't Relevant
But i Will Still Sing Them
in My own Way of Coping
Without The Relief of Drugs

i Know i Sound Different
and So is For a Reason
But Not one i Can Tell absolutely Yet.
So i Will Sing and Hope You Get it.

When i Got Out,
i Had a Mission
The Gods Who Bothered Me Looked Through My Haze
and Said
its Time

and So i Made Some Cloaks

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