perserving
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Raw emotion pours from my soul.
Like a winding road, it cannot be defined by a straight line.
It turns, then rises.
Veers, then dips.
Living this life teaches more than the books.
Loving to lust, that gets us hooked.
Liking the guy, wanting his touch,
your parents find out and think you’re doing too much.
They instill fear just to achieve power.
Walking through the streets,
hear the past of faded other.
Listen to their words,
as they try,
but never guide you.
A young girl wandering along the sand,
Letting the breeze take her where it wants.
Excited yet nervous for what is ahead, but feeling like a
Xylophone, being pounded by the world.
And yet she does not give up,
