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Mar 2019
I felt crushed
Talked about what hurt me
That's when I felt my pieces
Singing, playing as hard as they could
They started vibrating, itching; wanting to be the lead singer on stage.
I understood their need to take the brain's spot,
They never get much audience I suppose

From the wonderful
Support and applause they got
I've decided to let them show their rhythm more often.
After all, we should listen to the melody our hearts make-
To everything that contains the original energy of joy.

You may think I am insane
Saying that there's joy in crying
**** girl, you look so beautiful
Underestimating
Not beliving in yourself because of some goddamm fool.
Not seeing your worth because
Someone else didn't see it.
It looks so beautiful to me;
You cied so much
Because you loved that much
And there's not a greater joy than that.

The pieces of my heart
Create a rock band
And they have finally gathered the confidence to release a new album.
The world, get prepeared!
Eleonora Anakieva
Written by
Eleonora Anakieva  16/F
(16/F)   
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     ---, Fawn and Perry
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