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Anna Elisabeth Dec 2013
The fish' are flying,
the water is dying.

Up in the sky they rose,
in the sky where heaven is close.

The lip stroken orange sky,
is a place you won't die...
Human Jun 2018
The emotions I'm  getting now are so mixed
I don't know if they r ever going to heel and get fixed
My heart is not yet broken
In to prices or even stroken
Who I dream of I hear about and see
And how I want to know about or meet
Doesn't even seem to know a thing about me
Only If there wasn't ground below my feet
I would of continued falling
And no one would of herd me calling

The tears are gradually rolling of my cheek
My voice is uttering I can not speak
And meenwile about my life I haven't even had a glimpse of a peek
I am trying to seek
A place of refuge
A place where my feelings would never leek
A place where I'd never feel week

I would just want to go
To a place that no one would know
A place where non of my real emotions would show

They say emotions I don't feel
Somehow my hard surface coat they are beginning to peel
The scars I had still refuse to heel
That's why to my self I still kneel

I try and try to put up with my self
But I'm way too complicated for me to get
And when ever I try to get me I end up getting soaked and wet
I am one of the people that I have never met
Some things I don't even ask cz I know i wouldn't let
This might be weird but the only thing that could possibly help me would me a pet
Or maybe watching the sun rise and set

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