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Becoming your own person is a crime punishable by death No one cares about your mental health Put your feelings on a shelf Focus on achieving wealth   They want you to sit and accept their shit
Becoming your own person is a crime punishable by death No one cares about your mental health Put your feelings on a shelf Focus on achieving wealth   They want you to sit and accept their shit
What does it mean to love? Is it a title? Is it to act like a vital?   No, it is much more. Much more than I can implore.   It is a feeling a feeling of believing.  
I go about my life busy like an ant on a hill, but one day I stopped and decided to chill. I found if I listen, it's not that difficult, I could find some peace that wasn't invisible.
Don’t have no words filter
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Ricayla Monique Gallop I've said that name all my life. But do I know who that person is ?
Happiness The pursuit in life Like our hopes and dreams  We must never lose sight For if we do We are no better  Than a simple rock  that has endured the weather  
The prospect of independence, The idea of alone time, With no friends around, I just do my own thing. Everyday would be a new adventure. Everyday would be something interesting.
What is it that brings me joy? It's rather quite simple, It's just being who I am. I am a dancer, A writer, An artist, A cyclist and a linguist.   My passion is in living
I could say im just ordinary. Or even that im just.. me. But that would just be a lie. Because my personality is more than that. It branches out like a tree. My personality is not only me.
It’s not that I don’t remember Or that I even forgot It’s just that I need to move on now With school With work With friends With family With my life
in this world there's so much do this be that but I'm me, who is that? I dont want to be the girl in the magazine I would rather eat out at burger king and no I wont be your beauty queen
What’s the point of exhaling, When no one wants you to inhale We are all a bunch of hypocrites, you know? We say we love, but We stab each other in the back We say we heal, but
Cautiously bestowing her ethereal presence, the profundity of her garden casting me into the unknown, Calliope appeared in front of me with the face of an angel and the voice of a commanding god.
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