Awarness
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There I was
Sitting alone,
With my hands
Caressing the strings
The wind carried my noise far
Down to the corner
The people turned
And they heard
The sweet, soft crying
Through my fogged up glassesThe world looks somewhat softerA crumb calmerA fraction friendlierIt looks adequately welcomingmore mellowslightly sweetBut just for a moment.My glasses clear
I got aids.
I got em real bad.
Every day i get up to find true love,
i look in the bars, and the cars and the stores,
but when we hit the sack and do loves chores,
I give them my aids.
Follow me into my dreams and you shall see, where there is light there will be darkness…never fear for when you fall into hopefulness….there you find all your weakness…and when the sun goes down that is when it happens….
That girl in your class
the one that you think is weird
,cause she always wears hoodie even when its 90 degrees out
yea that girl over there has scars all down her wrist
from cutting, and trying to kill herself
Stress
Stress
A manifestation of the unnerving
Stress
The tickle at your side that you wish didn’t hurt
