midnight rambling

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I'm sorry for who I've become Those who don't know I'm not all that real Fall into the lines of pushover And hopefully she's almost over Her wars, Her words are a bore
"Think before you speak." my dad tells me. 7 year old me doesn't really know what I did wrong. I was only being honest. Aren't I supposed to be honest and tell the truth? Was it my tone? Was it how I said it?
I am funny and curious I wonder about a lot of things I hear the Earth moving I see Death from the corner of my eye I want to be successful I am fuuny and curious I pretend I am a poet
Mama went to the doctors to make sure the baby was alright It had a hole in its heart, They said she can eliminate her pregnancy Told her the baby would grow up with problems
poems can go on and on forever like an endless
I don't eat, yet I gain weight.
Snap your fingers for this classic tale will soon smooth the fire in the heart.  The heart of a person surrounded by love.  For the love of god why are questions not being asked.  Asked around, they did, but a good lot of good was done for that l
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