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I will burn myself to the ground Before I ever let you down. Banish myself to Hell. With no chance of coming out. you may ask, "this matters how?" And this is what I'll tell,
The Land of Trees A Place that's quite green. Filled with lush and so many hearts. The beauty it offers is a luxury. Nature is so vast... there is so much we can do. But I warn you...
Pain nobody can see, hidden from a shield of my own making
Momma taught me to tie my shoes When I was four years old. When I was five, I taught myself to untie my shoes. My feet weren’t made for shoes, I would tell momma. And she would tell me
One of my old poems:  My heart grows colder My body grows harder My hair grows longer The days grow darker   Look back and find I'm standing alone again And I come to discover
What makes me tick? Well, take your pick: I don't like to exercise But I like to supervise. I pour out my heart In the name of art. My dark corners revealed There is no shield.
It covers everything It is our friend and enemy It shields our faces Our emotions and devestations It knows our fears It creates our fears We tell it everything,and we we tell it nothing
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