personal life
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I'm from When You Wish Upon A Star to A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes
From toys made out of cardboard, but made by someone loved
From pool days to snow days
On the inside hallucinations are created, a sense of clarity while the others stay sedated.
Graphite hits paper, scribbles take form, even the beauty he’s known has to grow horns.
With words you fight, No better than a bully.
You shove with the pretense of learning,
You say you are going to give us a rope of knowledge,
What if I told youThe things that you say,The jokes that you tell,The pranks that you play,All those things really hurt me today. That girl in the front,The one with the money;Her words for youAre sweet like honey.She’s your favorite,She’s the bes
I am a number.
A total which defines me.
It says whether I am brilliant or remedial,
whether I am present or absent,
whether I ascend or decline.
A statistic amongst the world.
Numbers do not feel.
