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He taught me so much
When no one really cared
He loved me as his daughter
When no one else was there.
He was my mentor
And later my caregiver
He was an amazing person
My half sister's father
(The only thing we had in common
Was our mother)
And he always told me
There was something wrong with her
He had known
That she was his daughter
The reason he fell from grace
But he still loved her
Though she betrayed the human race
His cold blue eyes
With warm rusty hair
Cool toned skin
My mentor
Mr. Carver
This is an archetype mentor/caregiver. Enjoy
He looked into my eyes
As though he could see right through them
I fell into his endless oceany eyes
As he told me that I was shameful
That I was nothing to him
He told me that I wasn't worth the dirt on his soles
I can't help but love him though
Because I am supposed to be with him

His watery blue eyes
Tell me that I am trying too hard
To tell me everything is fine
Even though I know it isn't
He is so turning
Like a road with switchbacks
I am not your mountain
Stop being so indecisive
You like me, or you don't
So just tell me, am I beautiful
Or am I nothing?
Villain description for a book I am writing. This character is based of a guy I know who is a trading *******. You're welcome Will Clark
She has blonde hair
That comes with traits above our class
She is not one of us,
And she knows that
She is my sister, only half you see
For her father was a wealthier man
Until he fell for, heard her crying plea
My father was a very nice man
But not the same man was he
He was a factory worker
Until he went up into flames
She loved him dear
And his death tore her to shreds
But darkness rose up in her
After his death
She is now a bad guy
In a good story
Karly, I love you dear
But now is the time
To face my fears
I know that you love a man
Who is obsessed with me
And with whom's feelings
I do not share
I would tell him that you felt for him
But he wouldn't even care.
I'm sorry sister
Please don't hate me
I want nothing more than to be good to you
I really do
But I cannot
Because you have played me as a fool
This is my story, not yours.
If you try to take my ending I will take yours
I am sorry for betraying you
But if you did it first,
Is it really betrayal at all?
This is a character in my book that I am working on. Enjoy
Her eyes were coals
Lit up by the fire within
Her mind was a cave
Dark and twisted
She burned like an ember
When she knew she was being wronged
I wish you were here to see what you've done

Her red hair
Compliments her seemingly frozen soul
Not even the warmest fire could save her
Don't say I didn't say so
She is broken to a point of no return
She is the immortal problem
The ally
The villain
The shapeshifter
She will be tough
Whenever she is spoken to
In the wrong way
She will tell you what she wants
And she'll tell you right away
She will breathe because she can
Not because she needs to
Her heart is solid brick
With not a care in the world
But don't let her indignation fool you
She cares more than you could know
Her feelings have been muddled
By so many years of pain
What if instead of crying,
She just made it rain?
She will step outside into the scorching sun
Let her hair flow
In the dying wind
Don't be bothered to save her
Because she's only ever saved herself
Indignation is dangerous
Unless you're smart enough
Yet another description in my book!
If he was anything
(Other than himself)
He would want to be a book
Resting on a shelf
He wanted to be a story
Told by a person who knew him well
He wanted to be all the character
Who didn't have any flaws
He wanted to be perfect
The best character you ever saw!
This man was fooled into believing a lie
A lie he had been told all his life
Anybody can be flawless
But with that logic,
All your flaws are amplified
Please believe me when I say
That I made his story true
He was the antagonist
He was the bad guy
But he wanted all the right things
The only thing he did wrong
Was believing in a lie.
HIIII! This is another character in my book. He is the lovely villain in my story. THANK YOU, Will Clark ( a person who made my life quite hard to live in school) for inspiring my antagonist, William O'Bane. Even though I despise you, you have helped me in ways you can't know. (Joke's on you now!)
She says she is sorry
For being who she is
When she all she wanted to be
Is someone who feels
She tells you that she is sorry
Because she knows it is a lie
She couldn't feel sorry
Even if she tried
'Never feel remorse
For the things you've done
Don't tell them you are sorry,
You might as well be gone.'
Her words are true
As the world is round
She wishes that just once
She wouldn't apologize
For being who she is.

But she spits the words
Because she has been *******
By words that she has said
That make her look her very best
'I'M SORRY,'
She screams
As the blood becomes tears
I'm sorry I'm not who you want
I'm sorry that I'm not perfect
I'm just so ******* sorry
That I am not who you want
Because god forbid
I was my own person
Instead of just your little toy

The only reason she says sorry
Is so that you won't **** her
For being who she wants to be
HIII, just righting descriptions for my book!
She told me that if she was anything
She was a desperate attempt
Of a human life form
She told me that she never felt sanity
Never felt normal
But she told me that her desperation
Was just because she wanted to fit in
It wasn't her fault
She was the daughter of the guardian
'I just want my story to be told,
Truthfully indeed,'
She said to me, as I sipped my tea
'Truthful, I can try,
But honey, story telling is based on lies,'
I smiled as I finished my brew
And walked out planning the death of you.
I have a name for this shapeshifter now. Her name is Ruby. If you have any thoughts on what I can do to make Ruby a proper shapeshifter, and a good character, please contact me via this website. Please read the rest of my descriptions
Their golden hair
Shines brightly in the sun
Not too terribly serious
My jesters, my cousins
My beautiful comedics
You have provided me with relief
You joined the rebellion
Because you believed in a cause
That was so much bigger than anyone
You were tired of being taken advantage of
So you joined us
Told me about everything
And when people died
You brought relief
Jesters dear,
I love you so
I will never ever let you go
I'm so sorry I let you down
Here's a description of my Jesters! The brothers Farely (name inspired by the book Red Queen by Vitoria Aveyard!!) both dying in battle after telling her they would always be there for her to lift her spirits. They were twins, and they died for a cause. A cause they believed in. I will miss you, brothers Farely.
She was a lover
She let her heart guide where she would go
That poor, poor, misguided soul.
She died in a fire
That held nothing to the flames of passion
In her heart
But she didn't know that compassion
Held no guard
To the fire that burned her up
Margo wasn't essential
She had to go
I'm so sorry Margo
I told the protagonist her father died too
She'll let your brother know
A friendship turned into something more
When the brother held hands
Of a fatherless daughter
Both grieving the deaths of their mentors
Margo was a lover
And the father a fighter.
I'm sorry you had to die
For their relationship to blossom
An author never regrets killing. It just adds dramatic flare to say you do. Though, I will miss the brothers Farely. They are very good characters. In this I am talking about my protagonist's love interest's sister. She is a lover archetype, and she inspires love to the protagonist and her love interest. Death can tear people apart or bring them together. She also happened to cause the rebellion with the love interest!
Desperation eats at my soul
As I constantly want for more likes
More notices
But when they never come
My mind clouds with the possibility
That they never will
And no one will ever notice
When I have gone
And where I went
I plead with desperation to the world
'Accept me, accept me!
For I am just human
I am just like you!
Please accept me
if it's the last thing you do!'
But I have learned
That not everyone is in agreement with my personality
And not everyone will find a way to accept me
But the people I love
Have accepted me and all my flaws
And for that I am grateful
But I still have all that desperation
If I told you the truth
Would you run away too?
Or would you just accept
My overflowing desperation?
Thrown away
When you are done
I'm tired
Of being disposable
Don't let it show
It will **** you if you do
But I fear nothing the way I fear you
And you look at me as if I've gone mad
But you keep me tied in these chains
If only you knew
Don't tell me
That I don't know what it feels like
To stress

Don't tell me that I am too young
To understand

I am tired
Of being told
That I don't know

Please tell me that I am smart
Ask me to talk

Don't tell me
That I am things I am not
Just don't talk to me. I am tired of people saying that I can talk to them, then just telling me I am crazy. Don't ever talk to me. EVER. I mean it
I write so much
I just want the emotion to flow
But now I'm just drained
Tears wait on my lids
To trickle down my weary cheeks
And now the time has come to leave

Goodbye my friends I'll miss you so
I am terribly sorry that I have to go
I'm drained from my head to my toes
So tired of all the people I know
Don't dress-up your kids
Because you are making them something they are not
It is not fair
To play against what you got
Don't dress-up your kids
Even if you didn't get what you want
Because they are what they are
People are not meant to be toyed with
And dressed up as a doll
Sometimes girls want to wear jeans
And boys want to wear a shawl
It is not fair
To give these children harsh rules
On what they should and should not do
With their bodies
Don't let them hurt themselves
Comfort them when they cry,
But I am telling you don't play dress-up with your kids
Because what if that's not their way of life
Don't make your kids what you want them to be unless you are making them a successful human being, but always let them be what they want to be.
I am lost
Without words to guide the way
I cannot see more than ten feet
Directly in front of me
I am nothing
I cannot hope to be anything more
Please don't tell me that I'm perfect
That 'you're good just the way you are!'
I'm really not okay
So don't pretend that I am
I am tired of being me
I am tired of being sane
Because I'm not
So I'm going to pretend that you don't treat me like a slave
That I am not just your personal maid
I am used to being stepped on
Used for anything at all
I just want to feel something good
Love that goes bother ways.

But I am dried up
I have no more love to give
All the people I have loved
Have drunk me up
Given me nothing at all but pity and a sad smile
As they walked away
Relishing my denial
So don't tell me that you want me
Because I know that want is not love
And even if it was
You don't deserve me
Because I am all dried up
I hope this resonates in the heart strings of other people like me. YOU ARE BETTER dOn'T bE A FreAKiNg DoOr maT! You do deserve better than what you are getting. Believe me, you do.
i took drowning lessons the other day
turns out,

i'm really good at it.
really good at ******* water into my lungs

and falling asleep
never to get back up

i took drowning lessons the other day
turns out

this feeling
in my chest

that won't go away
and always ******* persists

it what it feels like to drown
burns

a lot really,
more than you'd think

like if they opened your chest,
filled it with alcohol and lit it up

i took drowning lessons the other day,
thought maybe it would wash me clean

i thought
it could wash away the pain.
hey
My heart
Is an empty glass
Transparent enough to see through
Though it is clouded by hate of judgement
And everything else
My heart is empty
And so is my mind
We sit here waiting, telling you to write
So we can read something that makes us feel inside
But when the author is in pain
We feel the most
Because pain is the easiest thing to feel
We can all relate
We sit amazed as we are cut by the author's blade

I've wrote enough poems to entertain a country
I've let people with a knife made of words left twisted in their chest
Some of them guak and wonder how they found entertainment
My words are harsh
They are blunt
But my blade made of words
Is enough to entertain all of us
This was wrote because I don't generally like people, and I was tired of them, so I wrote something to entertain people
What is fame
But an excuse
To live on *******
Women
And whatever else you please
Depression
The pressure to please

Sure, everyone loves you
But you know they don't know you
And you're too high
To notice the people who do

Have fun on your next trip
You're flying high now
Life is pretty great
As long as you can't see straight
You love it like that
Life through a color-blurred film

What is fame
But to hate yourself
And hate life
And say nothing about it

Someday if you're lucky
You will find help
But for now,
You will just enjoy the next sip
The next lover
The next hit
The next lie
Everything is dark
Where has it all gone?
What has happened?
What have I done?

I cannot see
And I am afraid of being blind
The world seems to be fading away
My eyes are taking longer
And longer to focus

Mom, I'm getting scared
Why can't I see
For more than two feet
In front of me?

I cannot look down without not seeing
When I look up
Now I'm stuck with a dark world
Just because I looked down
I am actually terrified of losing my sight for no reason at all. I have been having trouble seeing things lately too, so every time I look down, and look up my stomach drops. Just a little backstory on this poem. Hope you like it!!
I hate this so much
When I haven't been numbed
By society's icy disposition
And nothing has told me I am horrid
Or that I am nothing
I'm feeling again
And the feeling isn't dread

The forest of fears
Has captured my heart
It has told me
I can do anything I want
Just as long as I give up my mind
With only a blink,
I say no
But I wonder if the Forest knew I was feeling again
So just in case, I wasn't feeling it
I should start feeling pain.
But I hate feeling, I hate that I am vulnerable again
Even though I have always wanted someone
To save me
But I am unsavable
Because I am my own soldier
Who is so ******* tired of feeling
To all those who feel too much!!!! ChEERs my mateS!
The Giving Stage; a stage where the victim is brought something so that all of their needs are tended to
so that they trust, and are in debt
to the predator.
You give them something to make sure
That they are "well cared for"
When really they are just jumping
Into the lion's mouth
Instead of walking past
And knowing that you shouldn't trust them
But you did
And now they will give you something
So that you will be in debt
And never be able to pay it off
The stages of ****** harassment. It doesn't just start when it does. There is a prosses, and these are the signs. Read more, stay safe, stay healthy.
The way their lips curl back
To reveal sharply angled teeth
Looks less like a smile
And more like a warning
Their words cut worse than anything else
Leaving wounds that could never be filled with tears
Even the smaller wounds sting
When they are remembered later in life
And all of the old thoughts come rushing back
All of your wounds reopened
Just from all of their glass smiles
And sharp teeth
Nothing could be justified
By their improvised lies
Falling perfectly into place
Marking their victims with an unexpected daze

The tears that fall from our eyes
Are starting to turn red
As all of our blood rushes to our head
Burning rage chokes us to death
Until that time when we finally snap
And bring out our own glass smile
Preparing to leave wounds
Just as deep as the ones they left on you
Stab marks left behind on their waxy skin
They were just pretending to have emotions
You know that they were all fake
Their glass smiles making them real
More life like then their marring wounds
You have the eyes of a fool
The fool who sits in the corner
And thinks of less than honorable things
While we are stuck here shivering
In the presence of your glassy eyes

You chuckle when we quiver
You smile when we fight back
You gasp when we leave
Because you thought you had enough
Power to hold us back

You snicker when we look away
And think it was just because you caught us looking
But we're looking because we want to take you down
And we are planning all of your weak spots
Wondering where it will hurt the most

I don't want to be trapped
By you and your glassy eyes
Don't worry, nothing's going on. Just got the insperation from a book I'm reading!
You said goodbye
You told me to leave
I skulked away
Hoping that you would find me
But you stayed there
And watched me cry
But little did you know
The memory of you was about to die

I never got to say goodbye
As the memory of you faded away
It was to late
As you slipped from my mind
I should say good riddance
But now all I want to do is say goodbye
I looked into those green eyes
and found warmth there
the potential that you might just care about me
as I cared for you
a looked into those green eyes
and found that they didn't flinch away
when they met these dull rocks in my skull
I looked into those green eyes
and hoped beyond hope
that they held the same emotion mine did
that same feeling
I felt for you
when you first met me
"Def; the action of a person
preparing their victim for meeting
especially on the internet
or chat room with the intention
of committing a ****** offense"
So if I don't talk to you, that is why
Please don't contact me
Please don't talk to me
It is wrong to do this to someone
Don't ever do it
It is horrible
Don't talk to me
Just don't
You are not my friend
You do not know me
So back away from the "message" button
I don't want to talk to you
Know that I am prepared to fight
So don't ever talk to me
I am not your friend
This is written because of a channel I watch on youtube that goes into the topic of abuse, CP, and other things like that. It is wrong, it is horrible. Don't treat someone like that ever.
i wish i hadn't let go of you
when i had the chance to keep you

i wish i didn't love you
when there are so many better people
people who would love me back

i wish it wasn't like this
but i guess it it
There were handprints on the glass
Trying to get as close as possible
When the person has been gone for so long
And only one person has come to visit
When almost all hope is lost
Someone will come
To leave their handprints on the glass

You have been here for so long
Never tempting me to come
And look at the handprints on the glass
Try to get close
To a person who hurts me the most
But here they are
The handprints on the glass
Tell me to reach out
To the cold smooth surface
That stings to the touch

I never wanted to leave handprints on the glass
I know you never wanted to either
you can ******* try
to hate me more
i don't think that you'll be able to
but you can certainly try
how is that working out for you?
how is hating me,
and talking **** about me
and never saying anything to my face doing?
does it feel good to never have confrontation?
does it feel nice to know that i'll "never find out"?
because i can tell you right now that i will.

so you can try
with all of your might
to destroy me with your words
and i'll just sit here and take it
because sometimes it's hard not to
I am a rocky terrain
With no hospitality to human life
A vast desert too harsh
For life to prosper
Let alone survive
I am a river with
Rapids flowing white
Better to not look at me
For fear of being swept away
I am a sharp glass
With a beautiful edge
Leave me alone
I'm hazardous
No, I don't have the coronavirus, I am just alone as if I were hazardous
I need help
Tears are streaming down my cheeks
I have not thought about anything for weeks
I'm in far too deep
Help,
I can't see the top of this hole
I have dug for myself
With pure laziness
Without a care in the world
Help,
I fear that I am losing my mind
I just want to rest in peace
Looking at my computer
And writing stupid poems endlessly
Emailing my friends
And hoping they don't mind
Help,
I think that I am sick
I've coughed three times within the past two hours
Sounds like I have the coronavirus
Help,
Send it urgently
I am too overwhelmed
Too anxious to speak
Help,
I am hearing voices now
When no voices are to be heard
Help
I think I'm losing it,
This is not what I want
Help me please,
I have no way out,
Help,
I am completely idiotic,
I just need HELP
But this help never comes
And I never heal
I cannot deal with this
It must be unreal
I asked for help a while ago
Now, what do you want to be done?
We write of things we have not experienced because it sounds good on paper and we live through our work. I write in the night to inform poets like me that you can make it,and there is hope for you. After all there is hope for everyone, is there not? I am alone in my bed, writing on a phone because I got the sudden urge to tell all of you, that anything can happen. That you can become a poet or a writer,that your work is really quite good, and nothing is the same as you.
Hope this inspires someone to write!!!!
how is it possible for me
to miss the way it used to be
when there was never actually anything between you and me
never anything real at least
there were looks back and forth
and blank stares on my side of things
but i found those eyes of yours like a pool,
one that wanted to drown me
to take me into their lugubrious depths
dismal dismay of the broken ones
was my newest fate
so tell me
how is it possible for me
to miss the way it used to be
when it's the same?
when i'm still drowning
and you still don't care
and i'm still in an oddly chaotic place
to all of you love sick kids out there, stay strong
I already know I'm stupid
And that I don't have a brain
I don't need to be reminded
So can you just treat me the same?

And I know that I'm not pretty
And no one will love me when I look like this
But I don't care
And I already know

I already know that I'm not sporty
And that I'm out of shape
But I don't care
And don't say it to my face
If
If
If a sea could made of tears
Mine would overflow
If something could burn
You from the inside out
I would be ash
If you could drown in shame
My lungs would be full of water
If it was a crime to love someone
That made you hate yourself
I would be charged 20 years to life
sometimes I wonder if everything was just fine
would we still look at ****** the same way?
if we found a girl lying sleeplessly on the street
would we offer her a hand and be kindly
or would we just walk past saying to ourselves
that 'this is what they made it
everything is alright so she must be fine'
if we continued to say this would we lose sleep at night?
or would everything be okay
because everything was just fine

if someone came up to me
with slits on their wrists
and desperation in their eyes
would and turn them away and watch them cry
just because everything was supposed to be fine?
or would I sit down next to them and tell them to talk
ask them to tell their story even if it's done?
would I just say 'everything is peachy
I don't know what you'd want with marks on your wrist
when you could have used a gun'?
or would I say 'everything is okay'
as I brushed her hair from her face
and watched at the pain started to dissipate

what would I do if everything was fine???
what if everything was fine
If I had know that I was going to write a poem about you I wouldn't have
If I known I would fall in love with you
I would have never met you
And if I had known how much I would hurt
I would have already been dead

But that's not the way that it works, is it?
We are to find love
Find pain
And everything that goes with
But I never wanted this I never wanted to feel
I hated it so much
You hated me so much
But I can't do much about it now,
Can I?

If I had know
I would never had felt this way
I would have never had my heart leap
And jump out of my chest
If I had known
So much would be different
And you would be long gone
if I was there
I don't know what I would do
if I was there all I would want is to stare at you
if you met my eyes
the fire within would burn your skin
and you would be left with nothing
so you shouldn't let me in

if I was there
I would be absent
if I was there I wouldn't be there for love
I would be there for hate
And all of the things that you do to me
I am not living in a book
Where there is always the perfect guy
The perfect story
And everything ends perfectly fine
I am in a nightmare,
The worst part is that I have no idea how I got there

I have fought until I was spent
My ashes floating in the wind
Until I realize that I am in a book
And not the kind that you want to be in

Life is an untold story
Unfolding on the path ahead of you
I am living through a pandemic
Tell me what you would do?
I am living in a book
Are you sure that you don't want to give it a quick look?
I told him the other day what I was feeling
He looked me in the eyes and left me where I was standing
He has a way of making me smile
While I cry on the inside
And the odd ability of making me mad
When I'm ecstatic just to be in his space

It felt so good to finally be known
Even if was right in front of his girl
But what do I care
When the feelings I have eat me up
I have to say something before I am eaten alive
And it that is telling you that I love you
That's just what's going to happen
Sorry to you, TR I never meant to cause any issues. I hope you know that!
Is it really okay
That we let people go down roads
Where we have seen people die
Is it really okay to let people go to war
When the fight that has been started
Was never even theirs
Is it really okay
To tear each other down
When all we are trying to do
Is get through life?
Is it really okay
When people throw their fists through the air
To solve a problem
That we should just sit down and consider
Is it really okay
To have this system that we are all confined to?
To not have any freedom
Even when they say we do?
I say that the way you look
Doesn't make you any less capable
Of doing something that you love
So for those of you who judge
A person by the color of their skin
Or what they have in their pants
Pay less for labor that is equally taxing
Just because they are not the average white male
If you don't ask yourself
If it is really okay
To do this to people
Know that you are a monster
And this world has only made you worse
Isolation Stage; the stage where the victim
is isolated from their family
their friends
everyone, until it is only them and the predator
You isolated them
You gave them no time
You manipulated them
To the point when they were no longer human
But a perfect little slave
This is the isolation stage
Watch your back
These are the stages of ****** harassment. Stay safe everyone.
i don't know what to write
but i haven't run out of ideas
they're just all jumbled in my head,
one huge mess that i need to uncoil
but the wires in my head are too strong
unable to bend to my thoughts to what i need them to be
like i'm trying to build a sculpture
but the clay refuses to be worked with
turns to steel, which turns to rock
which then crumbles to stone

so, i've hit a rut in the road
and now here i am
writing to an audience who doesn't care for me
who don't really bother reading my poems
just to tell them, i don't know what i'm doing.
i hope you're okay with that.
I think I know these people
When they are only real to me
Because I made them alive
But only in my head
When their memories started to fade from mine
I put them onto paper
I made them characters
They made me feel safe
Like I wasn't alone
But I was, and I didn't know

I think I know these people
That I see in my daily life
But when I look at them
They all start to fade away
Because these people are not who I think they are
They are people that I never knew
Because I never bother to hear their story
When I was so caught up in mine
Turns out every person I thought I knew was a lie

I think I know
When someone is sad
Or they are hurting
But I just look at them
With a saddened look in my eye
And walk away
Waving goodbye
To the people I think I know
The people who know everything about me
Know every detail right down to my soul
When I don't really know them
Because I am so self-involved
I don't think that I am self-involved, but I do know that I know people like I think I do. But I know that everyone comes with a story, and sometimes those stories are something like a tragedy.
The people wearing cheap clothes are the ones you hate most
And all of the girls in pink are the ones of whom you boast
You tell are you friends that you're dating a *****
And everyone of them nods their head and does nothing to disagree
I wish you had known
I wish you had known

You walk down the hall in a red and black letterman
You pretend like no one sees when you know they watch with bated breath
She thinks that you love her for who she is not her shape or her fashionable clothes
She thinks that you care even if you really don't
And all you really want is to feel her skin, look into those blue eyes
Feel that feeling that she always seems to give you
She doesn't make you feel love, she makes you feel alive
I wish you could know
I wish you could know

She sits on the roof where you shared your first kiss
Waiting for you, the lover of she will miss
She knows you don't love her
That you're probably somewhere with another girl who cares not about her
But you don't know that the girl in pink wishes you would care
You don't know how she will still love you through hell and everything else

Instead you sit there content and think of nothing but her curves
Her blonde hair, the way that you should care but can't bring yourself to do so
I wish you knew
I wish you could know why she jumped off that roof
Just because I told you
That I like you
Doesn't mean that I want you
Maybe that is completely unfathomable
To your simple little mind
But just because I told you
Doesn't mean that I want you to be mine
Imma keep writing
Until I am liked
I will just keep writing
Allow me one more word
I am tired of being trapped
In a blank page, a void
Imma keep going
Just keep writing letters
Arranged in a breathtaking order
I will steal you heartbeat
I will make you shatter
Imma keep going
Though 'imma' isn't proper grammar
Because I just have to keep writing
I don't care about splendor
Imma keep going
Because I just can't stop
I like the feeling of the sharp words
Carving up my tongue.
Imma keep writing
Because it's like letting my invisible tear drop
Letting them see who I am am
How much I am messed up
Imma keep going
Because I can never stop
I am tired of being alone
And in my words
I find my clone
KeEP ******* GoINg!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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