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As I sit in this corner at night,

thinking reflecting without fright,

patron on my left hand,

maybe mary janes dime,

glancing at a years pass,

ill remove all of my thoughts,

in hours ill be able to walk,

for I will free my myself from my thoughts,

impossible I know,

yet at least erase some history from my mind,

ill cause myself much pain,

without holding a razor blade,

pictures of the dead,

glancing at images

of when my people where alive,

playing around, laughing,

simply been around,

remember the memories built,

learn from my mistakes,

if it takes my mind and eyes,

to flow away,

let it be,

pictures of homicide,

the picture of peco with 6 shots to the chest,

with a loud outburst,

takes me back to yesterday,

ill sit for hours alone ,

a new day will begin.

I would clear my mind

and finally open up,

to find my shining star,

dine with wine,

watch the hours of time,

begin to have in mind,

expand the minutes, hours,

days and weeks,

no longer do I want to have a short month,

in that form I search for my triumph form,

to free my mind,

no customs nor masks

should longer be formed

-che