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I think I compromise I promise I change. All for who? All for you. You demand You dominate You subjugate You terminate. All for who? All for me. You showed me the ocean,
I identify with those who risked their lives to come here to start a new life, and forge upon this land the mark of perseverance, altruism, and unyielding determination.
The meaning of identity is having a close similarity affinity identifying oneself to another idea. To be or not is no the same you see to be means
People identify themselves by what they see, and who they are near. I must be violent, coarse and rugged, I must be angry, broke and thuggish, I can't be forgiving let alone loving.
Tall short Fat skinny Nice mean Dumb brainy Black white Gay straight So many adjective to describe oneself As if we are categorizing something on a shelf
“Found” When I was four, I died. And for the life of me, I could not be alive. When Its light brown eyes turned into dark moonless nights, It still shone bright.
I am like the tree, so big. To none am i hid, I am like the moon at night. My other side never in sight. I am like
You're a rope dropping down from my sky; The color of Extraordinary I stare into your eyes, As into a crystal ball, But I can't find Forever I can't believe anything in this uncertain world
I am the young girl who's boyfriend's condom popped I am the girl who fell victim to the man who didn't heed her please stop I am the boy who was forgotten in the shop I am the boy who didn't see that stop
The glass between us is deep A clear light into my life You could see in and she could see out Still no sound was exchanged Words stayed on tongues Eyes tried to glimpse but never cough the others
No one knows ones you better than you If I was to find you in a crowd I wouldn't know its you. No one knows you better than you!
Unsaid words Flew around like a flock of birds laying under the old oak tree That December Watching how free birds could be Wishing you were here with me So you could see Like this tree
Trust is like some bittersweet cupcake that I can’t sink my teeth into. Tempting, as most unattainable things are, but vile. It’s something you try to shove down my throat with sharp and cutting thrusts,
How can I feel everything and nothing at the same time? How can I be loved, but still feel all alone? How can I be smart, but act so stupid? How can I be stressed and frustrated, yet appear to be calm?