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Waltzing through my mind mansion Naked save the tie about my wrist                    (Was about my eye                    but the front door guy                   bid me to remove it)
I did it because I have been             trapped all my life The air was loud, whipping past my ears,             deafening my thoughts, my doubts No regret seeped into my soul
I love you! And I don’t know how to tell you that I love you Is the problem that we’re having here The thing is you don’t even realize How much I love you And you won’t unless I make you realize
Life. The universe.  Reincarnation.  Living.  Breathing.   Do you know what - what these words have in common?  Besides grammar -  besides capitalization - 
Once upon a time, On an ordinary day, I pondered to myself Whether or not I ought to make a daisy chain. Was the effort of rising, On a summer day, hot, Worth the pleasure of tying
2016 january, it's january i am 16 years old now everything is good, and happy for once   february, it's february for the first time, i have a partner on valentine's day
          All I do is love you But look what you put me through You come home drunk, angry and swinging I cower in fear awaiting the stinging
After my master moved away- I saw some boys come out to play they played a game with balls and bats- and blood and bones and yowling cats I ran away from them an alleyway, so dark and cold
As she danced for her audience of one, beads of sweat dropped from her hair.-I danced for him, like I never had before.
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