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The pale one of juxtaposed neon colours.

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to detach is to reclaim yourself whole what is a day without desire? freedom feels like a dangerous kind of permission i long for my independence

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One day you'll tell the little ones, "Blue was a color, not only that somber feeling withing your heart." One day you'll tell them oceans were of cyan and green and blue, dancing gracefully. But today everything's of black and red. For once you hate bravery.

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What is a woman to you?

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Shadow away.

We were just little kids Dancing on a slippery stage Our stumble be waiting for Thirsty eyes watching, biding time For entertainment harvest Avid applause hollering afterwards

Sneers were just a shadow away

I drew a line, this year It’s here where wishes died I had plans, I said They postponed, dimmed my excuses

Life had its own mind

Imagine when, the maps done loaded

Your pinned location showed you Where you were, then Where you were going to be All charted, estimated Unconsciously you set your time

But, life has its own mind

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Sunk.

Shake me if this is a dream, one I dare not to wake up from. You are the first face I see at dawn, the last before slumber takes me over and these nightmares consume. I used to cry, recalling my loneliness. Reshaping Mom and Dad’s faces, remembering how my name tasted in their voices.

For you I am addictive, prescriptions were merely a history. For you I am a junkie, barely just to stay alive.

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Misjudged, stereotyped, undervalued.. I had been friends with all these names. I survived AND thriving. Your current stance can be my guess, not ghost.

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It's not how things don't make sense cause the hatred, how we victor this ego and refuse to acknowledge our lack of understanding are.

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Drunk of feeling lost. Sober of consciousness.

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Withering–as mourning wanders all 'round my senses.

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She was a pale-coloured soul, now a darkest blackout that barely exists.

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I'm the orange of burning red  of a fire that you are.

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Oh, how tied blood aren't enough reason for one stop speaking ill of another, I don't know.

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It's so unforgiving how emotion took over words–as it drowns what's supposed to be shown.

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Let's sin and never look at ourselves the same again.

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Will you sit still while I jump around and get too psyched about the pouring rain?