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no one believes in me no one thinks that i can see what i want to be no one thinks i can do even one thing on my own  they say i have no ambition  that i left home with no ammunition  to fight in a war of attrition  with no foreseeable outcome but i'm not cattle to be herded i am a voice to be heard  and listened to i will accomplish so many things  i will set out to be anything i will be set on the highest pedestal  my life will not be some humorous spectacle my dreams are so much more than skeletal  i'm more than the hollowed out bones that no one knows  where nothing but emptiness grows because you don't know me you don't see that i'll be free to scream so take me from these demons i am no longer the old shirt  left hanging in your closet  i am no longer a speck of dirt floating aimlessly for you to witlessly grasp at me as i head to see the minds that i can change  my voice will be heard from the high heavens to the depths of hell my words will mend the broken skin that we all live in my ideas will free us from the suffering and the covering of our eyes  and i will not just be believed in i will be known  and you'll wish i could see you [holyoak]
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Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC
I Don't Need A Gun To Take Over The World
no one believes in me no one thinks that i can see what i want to be no one thinks i can do even one thing on my own  they say i have no ambition  that i left home with no ammunition  to fight in a war of attrition  with no foreseeable outcome but i'm not cattle to be herded i am a voice to be heard  and listened to i will accomplish so many things  i will set out to be anything i will be set on the highest pedestal  my life will not be some humorous spectacle my dreams are so much more than skeletal  i'm more than the hollowed out bones that no one knows  where nothing but emptiness grows because you don't know me you don't see that i'll be free to scream so take me from these demons i am no longer the old shirt  left hanging in your closet  i am no longer a speck of dirt floating aimlessly for you to witlessly grasp at me as i head to see the minds that i can change  my voice will be heard from the high heavens to the depths of hell my words will mend the broken skin that we all live in my ideas will free us from the suffering and the covering of our eyes  and i will not just be believed in i will be known  and you'll wish i could see you [holyoak]
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Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC
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