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I used to look down a lot My head full of melancholic thoughts And myself so weighed down I could not stand up. In fact I was falling, deeper and deeper into a depression
It all started one day she got threatened, got made to do something she didn’t want to do thought it would get better, but no, it stayed the same
You're so sad, your tears illuminate a dreariness that words can't describe, you're so angry, the wrath of your fury is something you can't hide.
If being more than means doing more then I guess I am less than I am young to this field This field of sweat and being stepped on I am a new born to this struggle Not a struggle between you and I
I write for the delinquents who repent. But they hard wired for barbed wire. Those weakened by the cement. That turns their hearts ire into gunfire. For the man who has not but cannot Stumble or falter.