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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,
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
