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why should I wear the trending clothes
why should I like what you like
why should I act like everyone else
I want to be independent
but this is not happening
everyone does what I do
I dont like that
how am I supposed to be independent
if people will not let me
I want to be unique
I want to be quirky
I want to be different
dont you feel they are copied and pasted
dont you fell like everyone else
dont you feel like they aren't creative
everyone seems to have the same clothes
and thats why trends should be things that are interesting
but all different in one way or another
left alone for one minute and feels lonely
sees a friend with some one else and cries
been in a fight and wants to die

dont be like that
your are fine'you are not what you think you are
theres nothing wrong
not everyone has to like you
you will find yourself
why did this happen
why are you upset
why does it matter if you know
all i know is you don't understand
i don't think i do either
but the attitude you have towards everything
seems all but you
i think your trying to slip away
slow but effective
i know what your doing
i honestly don't like it
you are trying to find yourself to early
no need to do that
i want to be you friend forevermore
you act crazy
then you die down
slowly getting sadder
forgetting why your here
you suddenly shoot up
then back down
you are are a roller coaster
i find a lot of flat times in between changes
but i would not want you gone
never have
like you think


some people say besties
some people say bff
but i think you more
more than what you will accept
your a sister
We are both alike
In many different ways
We both hide what we think
And want the other to share
Thats the realationship
Thats how it has layed out before us
Thats how it is
And im not going to change a thing
I love it when you act cherry
But we know its a mask
When its really true
I wonder if i know you
But i really except who you are
For one of the best people on this earth Mathilde
 Sep 2014 crazytilde
harry ride
his hair dances with the wild animals
his eyes roar with the howling wind
his heart pounds like the thumping waves
his feet running like the pounding  flame
his courage never ending
his whole body kindling the excitement
his pray just minutes from death

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