Ronnie Williams

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I know I was gone for a minute
But, the time has come to let me vent
Just a small message that I have to send
I have been doing some thinking
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I dedicated the world to you.
When I saw you open your eyes it felt like God open the sky.
My eyes became cloudy as the tear drops fall to the ground.
Wondering if the sperm that beat the odds lived n the womb just to come out on the 16th day n the month of June.
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I suppose to follow your footsteps
Learn from you, act, and think like you
Let the words that roll off my tongue export off my lips to sound like you.
For what my mind cant grasp the lies that you tell
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Writers block why my words are block
why my metaphors and similies are block this
writers block got my mind on the edge committing word sucide I guess I'm on the ledge. Writers block the pen won't move the words won't flow open life
to walk out the front door.
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The mind is a machine that keep me going motivated to be the best.

Only person I see in this world that is holding me back is the individual that has the same attire as me staring back at me in life mirror.
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The writings of the world is a mental picture of ones opinion.
The individual usually don’t follow the path that society has paved. Running away from society shackles and chains an inmate to the mind and slave to the heart.
Either way locked up as the eyes moves like a watch (Tick tock) .
The ear usually hear the screams and cries from the hand being force to write.
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