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You just got your first car, but to drive is something new. Your hands are on the wheel, but they're not at 10 and 2. You haven 't had much practice and you didn't take the test,
Mothers all around us, everywhere we go. Feeding us, teaching us and watching as we grow. Beautiful young mothers, who never grow old, Who keep a smile of sunshine and a heart as pure as gold.
Funny how paradoxical the world is. Humans selling their souls for a dollar. Making profit off of pain and while their coins add up, so does their shame. But who’s really to blame?
I run as fast as I can.  The sky gets blacker and blacker. I hear laughter fill the air where the wind once danced. I can’t see where I’m going. There’s no where to hide. It’s after me.
You may hate me now,
There is a river inside of me, It always flows, impossibly deep As it holds all I can be My dreams, my passions, memories The water is cold; It chills my bones No one knows where it flows, 
In the greatest strings of logic, and the most concise and thought out stretches of time, where do I stand? Continuity, Four, five, six, three, When I die, are bones all that are left of me? Immortal,
I have memories of past lives sewn inside my brain They come rushing at me in the night like an oncoming train. In between sleep and awake is where I most feel at home I drown in my thoughts--
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