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They They made me small. Made me chained. Made me a bird in a cage. They made me crumble- Made me yield.
He was happy with his life, How? I'm not quite sure, 'Til one day he lost somene, He as happy no more. She hd just born a little child, Oh! What a joy, They were small and bright geen eyed,
People come Like, comment, share And go But forever His mind And heart Is for Her His life Wants to Go away With Her And run Away too
Curtains are drawn at night, To shield our fragile minds From obscurities Mute outside. Half are opaque, Half are translucent. Variety feeds the filters
I saw the Maker of the Spirits, injecting them with Love.
#YOWO And I loved a girl with pain etched into her lips and death written along her soul. Art poured from her fingertips and poetry was carved into
Teacher, open your eyes! You are feeding them all lies! We are living in a society so enwrapped with gender, I imagine myself becoming a bender. Not only of rules, regulations, and taboo,
Should I hold it all in...or should I cry it all out? But I don't want to disappoint them, I don't want to be given the doubt. They think I'm strong. They think I can do better. But how can I?