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Contemporary age and the superstitious world Everyone seems a myth with consciences hurled "Selene, Endymion" lie in every imagination Claustrophobic streets are the example of infatuation
You should know bullying hurts, With words fat, ugly, worthless, It make me useless in my own tales But wait, like paper, words hurt
I wish I would have made friends with the monster under my bed,instead of building a prejudice with the atrocities people had said.All the years I spent, running to my bed,
Who is she among us silent  The very thought  that once we hurt and left alone be lost in intolerable 
In the beginning it was like all nice and romantic almost like a dream I felt like I was in a fairy tale like it wasn't real And for me I should have known that it was too good true
Your street lights are so bright .  Jazz and Alcohol and Death  take over at night .  Your street hold so many  secrets that  will never be told .  Ole NOLA 
We are all sons and daughters of our Heavenly Father.Can't we all just get along?Can we continue to love one another,And help those in need?Can we bare each other's burdens,And pray for one another?
Crying doesn’t silence me it just dulls my screams of pain 
Here we go again Another shootout on 24th and Cal “Was it him?”... I ask myself everyday Waking up and praying “Let me not lose my daddy today..”
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