1 R3M41N 4 B3DR4GGL3D...

I remain a bedraggled 
mess, but still upright, scratching 
another year from the Earth 

TH3Y D0N'T BV1LD M0NVM3NTS T0...

they don’t build monuments to 
those bound by being born to 
lose; but birthrights can be wrong 

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thriving at the margins of 
dark and light, finding balance 
in imperfect existence 

N0 M4T3R14L S4V1NGS...

no material savings 
are worth sacrificing the 
only life you’re guaranteed 

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when one’s too deeply steeped in 
self-doubt, they tend to choose those 
who dull their natural shine 

TRYN4 R3C0GN1Z3 SP1R1T...

tryna recognize spirit 
instead of intelligence, 
because smart ain’t always good 

41N'T N0 SH0RT4G3 0F D4RK H0L3S...

ain’t no shortage of dark holes 
to get lost in; sometimes they 
become too comfortable 

PR4CT1C1NG L0V1NG MYS3LF...

practicing loving myself 
as revolutionary 
act against poison culture 

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actual weight of world ain’t 
so overwhelming when you 
cut out manufactured fears 

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hauling around the baggage 
of my own wack history, 
tryna not dump it on you 

TH3R3'S GR4C3 1N 1MP3RF3CT10N...

there’s grace in imperfection, 
despite the devils in our 
ears suggesting otherwise 

W3 4R3 0NLY N3W T0 TH1S...

we are only new to this 
world once; after that, we have 
to accept our blemishes 

3V3N S41NTS H4V3 M4NY P4THS...

even saints have many paths, 
and behind every bend 
is a possible rebirth 

4S L0NG 4S 1'M ST1LL VPR1GHT...

as long as I’m still upright, 
can’t ever say my best days 
are only found behind me 

M4RK1NG MY PR4Y3RS 1N BL4CK...

marking my prayers in black 
and white beneath a full moon, 
while world buzzes all around 

N4V1G4T10N 0F D4RK P4THS...

navigation of dark paths 
requires random guidance from 
above, else one get too lost 

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perfection ain’t possible 
for those born with dirt on their 
soul, from one foot in the grave 

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southern gothicc histories 
cause a mind to kudzu through 
a lifetime of “if only”s 

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none of us chose our landing 
spots - just thrust by chance unto 
manmade world, casting our lots 

3SC4P1NG T0 TH3 W00DS, WH3R3...

escaping to the woods, where 
solitude calms the chaos 
which brews when amongst people