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The Voice of Write

It started with a voice, that manifested in choice Left or right doubts linger in head, left to write instead Of some self relevance that lead only to parental obedience

(Ohh, ohhh, ohh) How do you find yourself When your self exist in someone else You stay hungry and you thirst Until you find what makes you smile first

Now you cannot fake, the extra beat your heart aches Left in sight the right to write with ink and lead, Self prevalent, present relations now push aside parental deviations

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