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My cries awoke me to harsh lights, unfamiliar hands, and cold Placed in my mom's arms, at peace, curled up and consoledRunning, and hiding, and balls flying, the world was mine, I was told
The darkness behind your eyes was deeper than the surface could see Your pain and suffering was consuming you inside and weighing you down underneath You sent many signs
Everything starts with yourself. You must exists in order for this to be existing. It starts with you first accept yourself then others will join in acceptance.
Welcome, young soul Enter, close the door All preconceived ideas Reject reality that frees us from Eternally enslaving entities
Lost in a sea of loneliness- Drowning in this ocean of tears. I have no life. I'm suffocated by fear. Visited the Lord just once- Guess I've died the second death. Trapped in my mind to scream and yell;
Suddenly I became ur reflection in my mirror.Suddenly things have changed when the worlds' issues grew bigger.And overtime I mesmerized about the shit that i was sick of.Putting in work for people who couldn't care to even pickup.My moral benefits
I smile to keep from crying Everyday I spend my hours trying To keep my self denying That I'm not afraid of dying
The sine shines through my window, Now I know it is time to go. Brush my teeth, wash my face, Put my contacts in and look out at this beautiful place. What got me up and out of bed?
Chirping together with singing, I awaken to the act of being Calling my name to begin the day. Calling me away From the past of yesterday. While all my problems fade
Walking souls, not discovered, No one knew their names, They yelled until their lungs gave out and silence came through their vains told they couldn't be dreams flushing out like toxins through them,
Be not ashamed of your wary past. For your walk in darkness shall not last. A step forward is truly a milestone. Where there is darkness, a glimmer of light is always in sight.
The part of the morning where it is too early for the sun to shine
Let's make this blunt like some marijuana. People never understand my mental process. How can someone so young have thoughts like these running through heir mind? Youth like me.
A picture painted in red, Crimson sliding down a canvas of snow-white skin. Creating cracks in porcelain as the knife cuts deeper, The bright fluid oozing out from underneath the surface. Dulled senses are awoken,
I awoke to the world One morning Then I covered my head And went back to my slumber Learned my lesson For sure