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A battle of balance resides withinThe confines of my heartA push and a pullAn ebb and flowAll beginning with a startAn electric shock A beating pulseTo discover what makes me tick
Twisted and tangelled I think I fell out of the skiy. Red flesh kept mangeled, is not how humans feel alive. To live and feel life where the sorrow and anger has been. Was written like a map in my layers of skin.
With my layers on,  I am who everyone wants me to be. I am smart,  I am outgoing, I am talented. But if you peel me back, Layer by layer, You'll find that I am not smart,
  Lost in thought
  we got to thinking, well,  what if people  weren’t people?  he was: that small record store, the one you’d see on the corner filled with music and books and beauty
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