03.01 dirty gold 15 januari 2016, 03:02 we were two different children but we born of the same moon blowing entire opposite we were brought up the same too I used to hate you because they celebrate you and you made them notice ever single thing I can't do but really I honestly wanted to be you and I just hope my desire to wasn't that see through I never took into account the things that you were hiding I even understood your rage when I see you get violent I guess the height of all my envy was leaving me blinded until you sat me down and told me how crazy your life is you said to run and never look back don't sell your soul baby you are dirty gold you found me when I was dying and unappreciated you broke me down into a science that I completely hated you told impeccable talent didn't make me less average but how I use it to my advantage determined my passion it took some time to understand and manage but then I learned this passion was the method to my madness and I never got to thank you, at least not in the way I planned but I had to learn before I did that, I hope you understand I used to hate me, I swore my life was too painful let my demons overtake me before I fight with my angels there was constantly a struggle to see my life at an angle that provided understanding of how much drama could change you I used to cut myself open just to feel like I was living but when living is just dying then there's no longer a difference there's no longe existence, and there's no longer persistence and there's no longer a drive there existing on only division and I thought, if nobody ever loved me this vacancy inside me must be really called a bloodstream then I looked into the world and saw a million people like me probably never know your stories, but you're the reason I'm fighting you're the reason I'm writing and if ever you tend to forget, I'm here to remind you: don't ever give into the hurt you hold don't sell your soul baby you are dirty gold
