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When I was growing up, I lived in a house that wasn’t made into a home. I had food on the table, clothes on my back, and somewhere to rest my he..
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When can I just be like the lint resting on clean clothes?When I can just be like a tree standing in an occupied space?When can I just be like a fence..
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My soul gets saturated by my tears before they even reach my eyes and roll down my cheeks to saturate my face. My soul gets the brunt of the trauma, a..
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Don’tEverStayTiedIn a world that’sNotYours
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My birth was in innocenceMy childhood was in turmoilMy teenage years was in hellNow, in my adulthood, I’m fighting for that innocenceThrough the..
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When I say ‘’Jennifer,’’ I bleed out of my mouth. So, if you ever see ‘’Jennifer’’ again, I’ll u..
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Last night, I cried heavilyAnd, it wasn’t so heavenlyI could feel my tear’s weightMy tears were filled with self-hateMy face said, ‘..
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Dried-on tears force my eyes shutThis is not a movie, don’t say ‘’CUT!’’I will no longer sit prettyThis is not about sel..
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I don't make any senseIt’s because my life doesn’t make senseI’m God’s Forgotten Child!I’m somebody’s nobody!I&rsq..
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4If you want to see evilGo inside the steepleIf you want to see goodI’m in the neighborhood
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