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Who am I? An age old question that no one seems to answer. I have come to realize, I am not who I think I am, but who you think I am. What I know of myself does not contribute to your opinion of mi. I am how you see mi. The definition you give mi upon first impression is the one I shall carry for eternity in your mind. I exist, only if you believe I do. Our reality is what we make it. The world is the way you see it. This is why we all have different views, and refuse to see another person’s logic. Their reality is not ours. Tell mi, is what I’ve said insanity? No. In order for one to understand what is real, one must be willing to open their mind and see what others see. But, is ignorance bliss? In seeing the truth, for better or for worse? Our days on this Earth are numbered… live in your reality for as long as you can. and if you cant, look for mi. call upond my name. my name is Victor, but you could call mi a HumblePoet.
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Blu - Never Ending 

It Just does not stop
It never ends, like a precious blend of life wrapped into heavens winds
Like sex and infinite, with every second and minute, send love where its missing,
Killing stress in the sin
Then it begins, you meet her
Then the first eternal cycle of life starts to occur
First your vision is blurred
Try to figure how to get her peeps jockin, so you eavesdroppin listenin to her words
First time, love at first sight
Is relevant in your life
A glow like an angel on earth, her soul was so bright
Short nights become days
One way or the other she’ll discover your praise
And someday you’ll be lovers, that’s just to say the least
And if you ever get the guts to speak
Nothing but a couple feet away from making love complete
But you love the discrete thought thought that crosses your mind
And that’s it, like an isolated island in the sunshine
It’s that chick, next day the same shit
Same time, same impression you get
Same kind of feeling killing your mind because you’re too shy to say shit
Not even high, wishing a perceptional state
So you visit this same place envisioning the chick as a vixen
Silent as a predator, pray you stay picturin
Your souls walk across the ocean, both talkin off emotions
Leave your hearts caught in the moment of an omen called love
Supposed to last forever
Awakened by a waiter askin if you have his cheddar
And you realize
Nothing can be better than havin the pleasure sitting at the table that she’s gigglin at
But never will you ever get at that
So you smile while the world continues
And thoughts send you through the clouds
Where Flora Purim sings a dream and you absorb
The never ending feeling that you live for nothing more than her

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