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Sep 2018
I feel as though I'm dangerous
But to whom I can't be sure
I haven't met my purpose
But I know I'm not a pure
I can harm others
With my choice of words
But then self-harm occurs
Even when it's pleasant out
Inside's not as devout
So I stay silent
But silence is compliance
And that will be my end
But maybe I need not violence
In fact my eyes are starting to see
With my new reasonable sense
I can just be free
But others say the silence suits me
Though they don't know who I can be
'Cause I can just be me
So let me just be me
You do you and I'll do me
Because I'll be me
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Cindaera Scriptor
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Cindaera Scriptor  14/F/A Creation of the Mind
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