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  7h Ash
Kundai N
There was no one to hear my laments
So I told them to the wind
The wind told them to the trees
The trees fed it to nature
And nature understood.
Ash 8h
i want to trust you
to follow you
to be like you
i wanted you to
be my role model
cause i looked up to you
we are only many years apart
but where you end.....
i begin!
to my grandma,she died a little bit ago,but i want to be just like her,give my all to my grandchildren
  8h Ash
Kezexxe
Empathetic inspirations vast upon all creation intuitive,

but forsaken stand between me and his nation.

See the change in culture.

The change has been spinning the diversity.

He's been twisting the questions.

The answer's been giving,

such big change.

In emotion,

inspiring rotation,

Feeding on imagination

dropping the simulation.

You see, I've been pacing.

The questions have been racing.

The answers I've been chasing.

Why are you all trying to erase them?

Why are you trying to erase your creation?

So, it doesn't give your simulation away?

So we still think we're living in reality.

When it's really as fake as we make it to be.
  8h Ash
Kezexxe
I hold a gun,
                                    Because I cannot run,
But I want to run,
               Because monsters come from the guns,
                  The monsters are the ones touched by the gun,
           The monsters pain is screamed and sung,
And if I run,
                                                                   I can't stop,
                                       If I run,
       I will become a monster from someone elses gun.
Inspired by a book and song
  8h Ash
Kezexxe
I hate you too much to love you,
I love you too much to hate you,
How does that happen?
If I had the chance i'd save you,
And if i had the chance i'd hurt you,
What did you do to me?
What you think is saving,
Is really destroying.
Metaphorical
  8h Ash
Kezexxe
What doesn't **** me, only makes me stronger,
The more times I get pushed down, I will stay up longer,
And the more times you push at me, the more I push back,
The faster I get mad, the harder I attack.
  8h Ash
Kezexxe

The haze of this maze,
Sets me ablaze,
While the phase of the praise,
Lost their ways,
Now my gaze turns to new days,
And new ways.

Messing with rhymes :)
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