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Jan 2016
Too many words. Too many names. I'm too tired to play in their selfish games.
  I'm holding back, until their gone... It's a feeling that, I've know for too long.
  I close my eyes, just breathing, heart beating, and realize that....
  I can't and I won't be defined. No. No. I live my own life. I'm free to be me, nothing but me. I'm free to be me.
  All of my life. All of these tears. All of my dreams. All of my fears. I've had to learn to let them fall, cuz they don't own me at all.
  Always gonna be people tryna hate, cuz their life isn't quite in a right place. Just walking, talking with no aims. Wasting time on mean less games.
  I can't and I won't be defined. No. No, I live my own life. I'm free to be nothing, but me. I'm free to be me.
  I close my eyes, just breathing, heart beating, and realize that...
  I can't and won't be defined. No. No, I live my own life. I'm free to be nothing, but me.

  I'm free to be me.
Jo
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Jo  Carrollton, GA
(Carrollton, GA)   
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