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Where are you from, seems to be the question everyone is dying to know. Let me just say I'm not from roses and dandelions, nor butterflies and lady bugs. So where am I from?
Another sentence, that no one will see. Another penance, for everything I can't be. Centuries past, Romantics and Shakespeare, their words still last, they've yet to disappear.
Who am I you ask? Open your dictionary, And youll see. Theres nothing that defines strong, Like a picture of me. Life brings me down, But i still stand tall. Theres nothing that can hurt me,
It's past midnight And the demons came out during the night They whispered and murmured in my head I stared at the ceiling Hoping and praying it'll all go away I screamed, hopelessly