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They all know, but nobody cares As the little girl sits down and shares She gives her heart and her brain as well And just before she’s about to yell To release all of the hurt and pain To finally let go of this chain They pay attention, they gape and gaze And, for a moment, they’re almost amazed But then she shrinks and hides away And everything feels all grey They laugh and sneer or so she thought This wasn’t at all what she sought. She just wanted to be able to speak aloud As if there wasn’t a giant crowd To be able to express her mind Without her heart being left behind. But it seems as if that was too much And she didn't want to make a fuss So she walked away and distanced herself. This was where she said farewell. The fantasy world is where she’d go Somewhere nice without a foe. Maybe she could fly up high Or suddenly become a spy. It wouldn't matter. She didn't care. Just as long as she wasn't there. In this prison, in this cell. This place was her personal h**l.
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Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC
Socially Inept
They all know, but nobody cares As the little girl sits down and shares She gives her heart and her brain as well And just before she’s about to yell To release all of the hurt and pain To finally let go of this chain They pay attention, they gape and gaze And, for a moment, they’re almost amazed But then she shrinks and hides away And everything feels all grey They laugh and sneer or so she thought This wasn’t at all what she sought. She just wanted to be able to speak aloud As if there wasn’t a giant crowd To be able to express her mind Without her heart being left behind. But it seems as if that was too much And she didn't want to make a fuss So she walked away and distanced herself. This was where she said farewell. The fantasy world is where she’d go Somewhere nice without a foe. Maybe she could fly up high Or suddenly become a spy. It wouldn't matter. She didn't care. Just as long as she wasn't there. In this prison, in this cell. This place was her personal h**l.
I suppose this is one way to start on the app. Wish me the best of luck for the future!
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19/F/Off in the stars
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC
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