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There’re words burning inside my brain— Thoughts that are driving me insane Words like wildfire that want to roam And fly free like birds in the sky, They just want to be like me Intoxicated with hunger for things to see. But society has built guards around my heart   A ridged fence I may not be able to break out Because there’s always someone Who feels offended or hurt like They are being poked in the eyes with needles. Nowadays, we’re living in a chaotic world Where everyone’s so sentive to carry  a weightless feather on their shoulders— But do cry rivers like a whopping baby. I guess like the great musician said, “ you live, you learn.” Jobiranyc (5/14/2018)
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May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 11:05 PM UTC
Jobira
Silence
There’re words burning inside my brain— Thoughts that are driving me insane Words like wildfire that want to roam And fly free like birds in the sky, They just want to be like me Intoxicated with hunger for things to see. But society has built guards around my heart   A ridged fence I may not be able to break out Because there’s always someone Who feels offended or hurt like They are being poked in the eyes with needles. Nowadays, we’re living in a chaotic world Where everyone’s so sentive to carry  a weightless feather on their shoulders— But do cry rivers like a whopping baby. I guess like the great musician said, “ you live, you learn.” Jobiranyc (5/14/2018)
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