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I don’t write about me About the dreams that echo through my brain The dreams that almost were yet fell too short The dreams fueled by my family A last hope in a family of legacies
You said forever  I guess you didn't mean it You went for my best friend What happened to loyalty?  She likes you too  It hurts but if you're happy leave Go be with her, please do
Petrichor  That is the word for how it smells after it rains   It seems like we don't appreciates The small things in life Instead, We give it a name Assign it to a category
I am old and worn blue plastic, with rusty metal chainsI sit and wait in the soothing sounds of nature.Here, you come to find solace in me.I swing you up high in the sky, ignoring the ache in my joints,
I am bound by thick chains, And to make it worse it starts to rain. I cried for days, And the tears just graze. Thick fog everywhere, There is no one to care. Sadness haunts me,
I feel like I'm the only one putting in time But I'm just in my feeling The one doing all the cooking and cleaning Never satisfied Nothing to justify my love To the gentle kisses to back rubs
I watch the ocean, reckless and vast, Patient and calm it makes me, But why? Why does something so harsh, Make me feel so alive.
I am trapped, I can not breathe I am so alone The world just keeps spinning I am falling and I do not know why Who will catch me? I am just someone else I am invisible  I am trapped, I can not breathe When will the sun shine? The chains keep me in
Gotta say I'm sorry Sorry for not communicating, Shutting down and not completely being open. You have to understand That I, Myself, Am a child And I'm trying to understand
and it's eating at me inside constantly gnawing the back of my mind leaving me in an  elevated adrenalinated  flustered place of panic   A roiling sea in the pit of my stomach 
If you’re like me, You can’t count your dreams on one hand, Always lost in something, But never settling for anything Or leaping at any one demand.  
as every single flower dies, my flowers grow in my insides: and here they live, and here they die
They're inside, constantly swirling,Within, they taunt me daily.Emotions, they're constantly twirling,And they destroy me slowly. Love, I thought I had it,Only to be taken away.Hurt, now I have it,It fills me with great dismay. Sadness, now I have
I can’t step away from my circle, For fear that I can lose myself again. Round and perfect, the only thing that can comfort me.  
Music class in 10th grade.  Create tunes.  Synths played The final project Made a video about sampling  It is stitching together music Each artist makes an amount of effort in making their own sound. 
it's the color of warm coffee with extra creamit happens when sitting alone worries others but satisfies the soulyou feel the existence of something that swallows you, but you do not want to surrender to the sinister
I observe & your face says it all When I’m pleasinWhen I’m teasinWhen I’m eatin..Juices like honey Natural & raw 
At the dawn of a sun drenched summerFlowing with hope and lightThere began a decay inside of meThat injected my veins with the night
I Know You Hate When We Fight, Cause It Never Solves A Thing, I Know In Your head over and over You Need Me to Be Your Right Wing. I Never Want to fuss, I just get to heated,
Life is noise noise coming and going distractions, feelings, thoughts art is the outlet  art helps the breathing come more easily what is art? a picture is worth a thousand words
My eyes are heavy and I can not sleep I have to count sheep in order to sleep I take a deep breath i'm in need of dreams I hope I don't overthink my dream so I don't
Dear Anonymous,   Is your mind an escape route? Or the devil's labyrinth?   There could be a wide open field stretching for miles, Or an enclosed room with no way out - shrinking every second.
A letter to my tears,   Why must you always leak from my eyes? Slowly trailing down my face And leaving a river - A canyon, rather -
What if you would have told me The feelings you were hiding What if you would have told me Would you and I be trying   Instead you kept your secrets in
Dear Depression, Glad you haven't shown up recently, Glad that I don't feel trapped in my own skin, Crawling under pressure I can't find, Trailing into the world with a tired vigor,
It can catch you off guard, as it wispers its dark plans into your ear. Its voice sweet as syrup drugs your conscience,  making you unaware of the threat it poses. Yet it can also bring blissful relief.
Only a few people in this world have I chosen to expose myself to. Yet we met, and I unfurled, and with you, my heart flew.   Everyday with you fuels me to go on and live, because of you.
You can feel me Tugging at your chest Leading you on   You wish for me to leave You lose focus when I'm here You are blinded by me   You look at them And think of me
ChorusSticcs and stones and broken homes your curses are what hurt meYour heart is stone it breaks my soul your hatred is what birthed meYou drink my blood and drain my love and you always seem so thirstyYou act so high above us all you act like i
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