Disgust Anger
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Liked by many though I still feel alone,
Surrounded by others but still trecking on my own.
they try to understand my pain but they have different trials,
though no one truly hurts me death begins to beguile.
Child of the river,
let out your hair.
Let it flow wild,
and greet the clear winds.
Child of the sun,
Share your true colors with the world.
Let them burn bright,
Disgust, Something you'll Never understand
Working hard, putting in long hours in the gym
Yea that me, young Harmony, the kid with the dream
ballin' hoopin', jumping from team to team
