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Deep inside, where your broken pride
lies
With your dignity, how dare you ask to
breathe?
Your audacity, why try to free me?
We are but birds wit..
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We're all so different. We have different thoughts, different beliefs, different lives. What is gold to me may be trash to you.
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Written to the beat of "Right Now" by KoRn.
So you can substitute the first few lines with this and it sounds natural.
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What I dream up in tedious study halls.
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I don't actually spend time in cemeteries, but I can imagine that this is what it would be like.
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Contemplating hatred. It's thrown around so much, do people really know what it feels like? What it really means? Have they experienced the all-consum..
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I put my heart and soul in every word of my poetry.
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To get out of my comfort zone, I wrote this haiku because I'm not used to writing poetry with any sort of form.
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A basic, if exaggerated, explanation as to why I'm a shy introvert.
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A poem for the rivers.
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