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I promise I’m not broken, I just look this way Because of the pieces I gave away To fix the broken in someone else But when something is no longer broken They no longer need the one who fixes
Raining on through the cloudy days Staining the tainted window sills Mother nature's song that played Flashes that crashed through sky's
Part to whole Less of a whole Just filled with holes Filled with parts that don’t fit. What part am I If I’m not even whole?
I am whole whithin The hot dusty air, Rocks rising left and right, Everything is like fire, Reds and oranges surround me, Fueling my energy,
Because I love you You leave a feeling in my stomach that never leaves
Each and every snowflake is different from the others. There is something calming about standing outside and watching the snowfall.
Art; the (blood rushing through my veins, painting me with color in this gray, flavorless world) ability to take your brok- en, s e n s e l e s s, s c a
we are the worlds tomorrow we are the new generation we are the future than why are we so reluctant to see the necessity of life we lead our lives according to hashtags and social media
My view, your view, his view, her view
So much going on around me wanna do right but wrong always surround me I need something to keep me leveled tried of hearing these lies from the devil.