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I bleed everyday and wonder if it’s worth the pain.They say grow up, you’ll be out of the phase soon,but what if it isn’t just a phase what if its just an everyday thing.
Stop annoying me,or trying to even allure meyour phony looking feathersand those colors awful. I am not interested in yougo find one of your own kindand leave me alone. But what is wrong with mewhy do you hate me so muchI know you are upset with m
to think he made himselfwithout the helpof an Olympian Godwho molded men from clay. nor did he risefrom bone and ashor the fires of Hell. he did not comefrom the seawith a pod of vengeful whalesfor an army. he was not bornholding a silver spoonor
It should come as no surprise
the injustice is a tale as old as time
haves and greater-thans ignore broken cries.
They take and take, and punch and climb-
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Over poor, broken, helpless -- not leaving a dime
I used to go through life Thinking it would be easier To always to be quiet, say yes And be a people pleaser. Though I thought it worked for some time It felt like smooth sailing Little did I know My own personality was failing, To grow, to blosso
