Emotions I feel are just like clumsy words,
And my brain smells like a bookstore.
My dreams are like one-winged birds,
Like expert detectives with nothing to look for.
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My opinions, unbiased and unheard,
Are heavy yet biting, like the strike of a claymore.
My comforts aren't all empty words,
Understanding and kindness are all I aim for.