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Begging with your strong fingertips You grasped into my vacant soul For dear life Your eyes screamed for my body A stare so heavily It burnt the clothes off my body Reckless, you left my heart
I'm Unchained.  I'm Django trying to fandango. Only I have the key though, and it fits the hole Like wack-a-mole with a bowl my mind is swole. I need paper. Without I'm nothing,
  What can we do when the world is jumbled social media has control but it has a scattered soul.   While we muddled over scraps of information scraped off corporate backs.
what exactly must i do to attract the gaze God gave to you?   and what exactly must you hear to suddenly know you want me near?   i know it's nothing i can say to change my image in your brain,
A voice is not a voice Without reason to speak A voice with reason Is meant to be heard Without it, it's a murmur Something everyone does I have a voice inside my soul
I Am A Shooting Star Once You See Me I Amaze You But By Time You See Me, Im Already Gone My Existence Has Already Been No Longer Dead To The Outside, But Alive In Your Mind
The monster is waiting.  I can hear it crawling. I can hear it's breath. I can hear it racing. And it carries death. The monster is waiting.
Shoot her. The you in the mirror Or the you before the mirror. One wears a malicious smile The other tear-stained cheeks. She taunts and dehumanizes                 Fat.
With power, comes control. With power, comes anger. With power, comes lack of integrity.
With power, comes control. With power, comes anger. With power, comes lack of integrity.
She sits on a train, trapped, without power, Reaching speeds of one hundred miles an hour. Her future a dream, destination untold, All she knows is she’s stuck, there, on that road.  
I’m like a minnow against the whim of the sea I can’t let my heart get thirsty Or it’ll make a slave of me. I wake up musing Still shadowed by last night’s dreams. And fervidly before me,
Sitting, staring blankly into space You can't see anything Nothing at all Except that image in your head A faint figure standing behind you It is you You are powerless
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