POSSESSIONS

And there he goes again 🤍 

Riding his own thoughts...down the memory lane 🤍 

Revisiting his own decisions and escaping shame 🤍 

Though he knows that it's ever so beautiful to be strange  🤍 

To do things differently than others 🤍 

To see things in a rare light 🤍 

To have exactly 'NO' claims 🤍 

He know that God is watching him...and all around him 🤍 

He knows that he's strange and He'll never regret being the same 🤍

To him that is such a gold to carry 🤍

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