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How to write a masterpeice

Guess I should talk life..
How I'm tired of these sights
How I'm blessed that I ain't blind
But I'm morbid in my mind
But I'm average I'll be fine
Tho corrupted by they're lives
Now corruptive I'm a joke

Stay away I'm just another
Not a lowlife but Damn close
I have eye's but my minds closed
Somewhat a curse my eye's provoked
beautiful things' Envy me, control
This, that I want, it's all false hope