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cradled in these arms
a new beginning
a metaphorical infant
of hope
the sweetest possibility
of innocent growth
in this basic moment
i can believe i'm not alone
cradled in these arms
the makings of a home
a metaphorical infant of hope
i stored all my feelings away
until
the
day
my
feelings
changed
i stored all my feelings away
i used to have money
i wore Dior like a Parisian beauty
chic and sophisticated
flawlessly fashionable
or so the surface showed.
i used to have six different credit cards
a thousand fake friends
a pedigree pug i called Peppermint
i used to have money
i forgot my own worth
i skipped my meals
to fit into a size four
never knowing what
i was doing it all for
i used to have money
until all i saw was dollar signs
until i could not recognise my face
until i lost my mind
i used to have money
she was my growth
she was my world
she was my girl
now she is everyone else's

she called me her magnolia
she called me her river bed
she called me her joy
now she just calls me selfish

she held my hand
she held my child
she held my weight
now she just holds her ground

she was my understanding
she was my humanity
she was my love
now she is just another breakdown
now she is just another breakdown
she is a broken ipod
that nobody listens to

he is an open book
that everybody reads without permission

you're a lonely outsider
wanting to be known

i'm an extraordinary orphan
finding my way home
finding my way home
can we be more than animal?
venture outside of,
basic instinct.
let me be more than,
animal.

be more than how i think.
can we be more than animal?
brand new episode
same old characters
familiar script
rehearsed by strangers
clean setting
***** context
we fixed the plot
we destroyed the set
brand new episode
of a very old show
the story of our lives
life in motion
we fixed the plot
but
destroyed the set
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