As the tear drops run down my face
I don't wipe them away because
there will be more along the way

I don't mind the headache that follows
Its the dried stained tears that bothers me
There harder to wipe away

The tear drops...
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Trying hard to find a purpose
So many paths to choose from
but none seem right for me

I just feel empty... like an empty shell
Washed ashore from the sea
With nothing to make me feel whole

Even the quality of my words are hollow
Without a purpose...
Like a vacant deserted shell
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If I want to wear a purple a scarf, I will
If I want to have oddly unique friends, I will
They assume that i will just allow myself to be a doll in a dollhouse
They want me to be a mindless fool following trends that I can't afford
I won't be a puppet for anyone
I dress how I please
I act how I am
I laugh all I want
I refuse to believe that difference isn't an option
I wasn't placed on this earth to be plastic robot on a shelf
They want me to be something else
They want us to look a certain way and be buried into screens
I will not be a puppet
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He makes me speechless
I could never get the words out
It's hard to find words to say
When I'm only thinking about him

He is my kryptonite
My temptation whom I desire the most
The voice the helps me sleep at night
He makes me the happiest I've ever been

I can't stand being so far from him
Yet I'm scared to get to close
He has made my heart shatter before
But i hope it will be different this time
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