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I thought the flies were my friends
Because there were so many around me
Then I realised I was dead
Now it all makes so much sense
it all makes so much sense
i had an idea to
in the middle of
but only if
on christmas day
i tried to make a sentence
but your interruptions got in the way
your interruptions got in the way
i wrote a brilliant poem
sent it in to be edited
it came back to me censored
so this is all that is left to read
this is all that's left to read
Be proud when you feel angry
It means that you are alive

It means you are not yet numbed
By all the ******* from outside

Be encouraged when you are crying
It means something touched your heart

Be grateful that you are still standing
Even if we're standing 1.5 metres apart

Be joyful knowing that joy is a portable tool
That you can stick onto another soul that has long ago been frozen

Feel accomplished when you see that joy melt that soul in transformation

So now what once was a cynic, is now somebody brand new

Give yourself some credit because that change started with you

Embrace your emotions like you are bracing for a fall

If we do not embrace all of ourselves

How do we love others at all?

Be proud when you are angry
Anger means you actually care

Always look for a reason to be here tomorrow
Even though tomorrow is never really here
embrace your emotions like you are bracing for a fall
I will never judge you on your conditions

I will never shame you for how you were born

Do we judge  the ocean on her turbulance?

Do we shame the sun for her ferocity?

Do we try to stop the rain from pouring

Simply because she chills us to the bone?

I won't judge you on your conditions

I won't shame you when you have done nothing wrong

Your authenticity is something to be proud of
your authenticity is something to be proud of
I am a lifetime
You are a moment
Somehow we both equal the same

Birth into childhood
Childhood into madness
Both clinging on to hope for change

I see the sun rise
You see the sun set
We both see the same fire ball of life

I am the poster child for self harm
You are the logic keeping me calm
We argue when we are both right

I am a lifetime
You are a moment
Somehow we both equal the same
somehow we both equal the same
Lately I've been wandering the streets

Catching glimpses of a place that I used to belong to

Lately I've been taking mental pictures

Storing them in files that no one else can access

Lately I've spent more time on my own

Discovering the true meaning of lonely

Now I'm standing in the middle of your street

Asking if you still know how to love me
lately i've been wandering the streets
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