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A battle of balance resides withinThe confines of my heartA push and a pullAn ebb and flowAll beginning with a startAn electric shock A beating pulseTo discover what makes me tick
Twisted and tangelled I think I fell out of the skiy. Red flesh kept mangeled, is not how humans feel alive. To live and feel life where the sorrow and anger has been. Was written like a map in my layers of skin.
With my layers on, I am who everyone wants me to be. I am smart, I am outgoing, I am talented. But if you peel me back, Layer by layer, You'll find that I am not smart,
Lost in thought
we got to thinking, well, what if people weren’t people? he was: that small record store, the one you’d see on the corner filled with music and books and beauty