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You mustn’t forget
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If you don’t you’ll regret
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I'm afraid I'm obsessed
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Or slightly possessed
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You must do it with order
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Or the words will get stuck
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To make the voices stop
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I have to get them out
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Afraid of my own thoughts
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I am prisoner to my mind
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Please someone help me

Don't give up.
I said looking upwards.
It just the weight of the world,
bringing your tender heart down.

If their word corrupts you into silence,
I'll be the one to break that vow for you.

Don't give up.
It's just your hurt,
you're trying to hide.
Because I know, you want to burn bright.
Even in the darkness.
I'll be looking towards your light.

Misunderstood,
but don't give up.
Everyone needs to be heard.  

When your hearts heavy,
remember, I'll be there
lifting it for you.

I can hear you,
little miss understood.

Don't give up.

Perfect?
No.
Not me.
I'm not afraid
To admit it.
I'm not like
The others.
I don't prance around
Telling everyone
I'm better than them.
It's not my place.
It never will be.
I accept
Being surpassed by others.
Who am I
To judge people?
Nobody.
Perfect?
Nope.
Not this girl.
I'm not some
Straight A student.
I'm not some
Proper princess either.
I may not be
Perfect.
But at least
I speak the truth,
Even when my
Voice trembles.
I am who I am.
You don't like it?
Not my problem.
I accept
Not being the popular kid.
I accept
Not being liked by everyone.
I can be
The ripest most juciest
Peach in the basket.
But I know
There will always be somone
Who doesn't like peaches.
I can't stop things
Like that.
I have flaws.
That is the way it is.
I may not be
Perfect.
But I try
The very best I can
To be
Me.

Freedom
Means
The power  
Or right
              To act,              
Speak,
                               Or think                                
As one wants
                    Without                      
Restraint.
Freedom is being
Able to soar
In the sky
With the wind
Blowing in your face
Without having your wings tied.
Freedom
Is what we don't have enough of
In this world.