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Would I still be me If I did not have These fancy words to bleed I'm the pebbles in my pocket That keeps me drowning Farther into depth I'm the frigging rescue boat too And I'm yet learning how to deal with that I like to sit and watch The world Never bothering to participate I like to live in my past And wish on the stars That are long dead would I still be me If I did not have these fancy words to bleed I'm the only cloud in my own sky Blotting a perfect view. I'm the blazing sun too. And I'm trying to learn how To take responsibility If It rains down on me I like to dodge away All these sad incidences I turn them into art, When they hit me I like to use my words To guide me out of my own head; It's the only time i make sense to myself Would I still be me If I did not have these fancy words to bleed? I'm the lonely dandelion Having myself blown away To the ten directions I'm the wind too Challenging everything that Gets in my way I like to look at the trees I like to have the wind whisper my name I would like to be you I would like to be him Without ever losing the essence Of my true self Would I still be me If I did not have these fancy words to bleed
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
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Would I still be me If I did not have These fancy words to bleed I'm the pebbles in my pocket That keeps me drowning Farther into depth I'm the frigging rescue boat too And I'm yet learning how to deal with that I like to sit and watch The world Never bothering to participate I like to live in my past And wish on the stars That are long dead would I still be me If I did not have these fancy words to bleed I'm the only cloud in my own sky Blotting a perfect view. I'm the blazing sun too. And I'm trying to learn how To take responsibility If It rains down on me I like to dodge away All these sad incidences I turn them into art, When they hit me I like to use my words To guide me out of my own head; It's the only time i make sense to myself Would I still be me If I did not have these fancy words to bleed? I'm the lonely dandelion Having myself blown away To the ten directions I'm the wind too Challenging everything that Gets in my way I like to look at the trees I like to have the wind whisper my name I would like to be you I would like to be him Without ever losing the essence Of my true self Would I still be me If I did not have these fancy words to bleed
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20/F/Indian
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
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