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To
Reach New Heights
By: MarcPaperScissor
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Drugs may seem a comfortable retreat
But as you grow you’ll start to know
There are plenty of highs to choose from
You’re just staring at you're feet
If you can learn to open that door with out damaging
the frame
Then you’ve reached the peek of your awareness
And the rest is just a game
And the people that surround you who choose
To abuse their high can not control their inner soul
Or where they roam the sky
Which to some is what they’re looking for, an
uncontrollable flight?
Into the perception of their minds
The string which holds the kite
But if your line is week and subjected to the wind
Your kite is gone forever
And you’re being pressed too thin
But there is a way to fly your mind without it getting
lost
And the benefit it brings
Is not followed by a cost
Everyone can do it they just need to find that door
And to really look right through it
And let your creation soar
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