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Confusion in the truth distribution Hung over All of this false information   Don't listen to red and blue cascading We wither We wither from flowers of gold   Set the sparks
The Inevitable Rot Atticus Premo   A cold blue day Wings flap as feathers fall Under which a deer will lay
I have a list of words in my notes app I don't know how to spell. I have this list in hopes one day I learn how to spell these words.   I spell the word "nauseous" as N-A-U-S-O-S.
When will you finally say sorry, We know you love us, But what you did was wrong, But I want you to learn something with this song,
I've always valued mental strength The ability to brave anything With a stone face or smile I marveled at the ability to run a mile I shrugged physical strength away Like some passing trend
I look at you for comfort when I look at you I feel loved I enjoy our quick little glances our little moments I feel like nobody else matters but now we have changed I don't look at you anymore
Thunder is like the anger inside me all built up waiting to be released and once it's finally released it transforms. transforms right into rain rain is like the tears that flow freely
ladybugs don’t have to worry about what they wear or how they wear it it doesn’t matter to them they have spots they proudly carry not having to worry about doing anything extravagant ladybugs don’t have to worry but we do. we are held to a standa
change happens in everyone but nobody wants it to happen change is bad. can't be predicted. can't be differed. change is something nobody likes something we hate. something we fight.
Your queries find paths you’ve before crossed, Again, once so easily forgotten, am I? Was your heart and soul so easily lost? Each touch and drop of poison only to imply,
Your queries find paths you’ve before crossed, Again, once so easily forgotten, am I? Was your heart and soul so easily lost? Each touch and drop of poison only to imply,
I am from cutting boards From Sephora, Ulta Beauty, Mac and Whole Foods I am from the cozy and dog fur filled Bright, Colorful, good smelling food
When I see those cursed and blessed entwined in conflict,Curiosity swells within me like the tide.As I watch my kin, those marked by fate,Turn their backs in unison to deny my existence, I feel adrift.
All this talk about “Black Lives Matter,” What about white lives? They matter too.   December 6th, 1865 The whites lost their slaves. They had no one to whip or beat, No one to cook or clean,
Aren't we all in love with the idea of love?  Storybooks paint these vivid pictures.  All ending in true love kisses. 
Sweet, savory shade  Grass a soft pillow  Sleepless daydream  My weeping willow    Potent, powerful pollen  Supper a freshwater minnow  Toothless life  My weeping willow   
I can’t say that I’m lonely,  There are many more like me in this home. Instead, I would say that I am lost, That all others are meant to be here and I am misplaced. 
Once upon a time the most beautiful of souls was born by a mother with but one hope in this world, to give birth to a daughter with a heart so pure. And it was so,
It was early I took a hold I held it surely I looked and behold A new calling And I was balling
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