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letra de the note - isaac barrow

nothing more dogmatic than everlasting karma. hard to relate it like a dysfunctional family when it’s dismissed as overplayed trauma. sometimes i’m direct, other times i’m subliminal. sometimes i’m sarcastic, but sometimes i’m literal. driving a highway represents the p-ssing by of our dreams, and when we sleep we take toll roads in our minds and differentiate the lies from the opposite of what they seem

some people tell scriptures but they don’t know their stories, they walk up the steps but aren’t inclined to understand what makes us sit in worry. some people say things but pack nothing behind their promise, their empty handed straps lock us into a mindstate before we find out their insistence was dishonest. some people wish to distribute but don’t give us our piece of the pie, they’ll exclude us and leave us hungry even if it starves our conscience inside. some people don’t allow us in thanks to prequalifiers, they judge us based off of what divides our personalities, and roll us out in the streets and leave us there like no good tires, which leaves our guilt tired

some people don’t -n-lyze but feel compelled to make decisions, but ironically when we need them they us but don’t listen. we’ve figured out the words to cross but they remain confused. new paper leaves them glorifying the material but their spirit remains broker and their emotions battered and bruised. sometimes we feel brand new feelings based off of memories used, we lay off our introspection and when we look in the mirror see a hollow reflection. our emotions shallow but our words deep, with this jump we dive to a peace of mind we pray to keep

we’re the only ones who know ourselves but we even remain unsure. we’re always growing but the way we perceive it we were better the way we are. sometimes the expectations we complain about are the ones we place on ourselves, we lock ourselves up with nothing but our conscience in our mentally broke brain cells. we incarcerate our mind and inst-tutionalize what we find, sometimes we don’t know what we think and get ahead of ourselves and when it hits us, it sneaks up from behind. this bridge is the only thing that makes me appreciated, it keeps me up at least when i’m gone, i won’t have to deal with care obviously fabricated

- isaac barrow

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