holding out vs. holding onA Poem by We May Well Be The Ones
call my name out loud
again every single tongue is my friend how else could I breathe how could I see how could I feed if not for blood put me down another stat's been proven right a tan skinned child with nothing left behind how else could I starve and sleep beneath the stars wondering if I'll come out alive old for years I've been grown for a long time stepping stones help so where the hell are mine I'll never love my mom cause she never loved her son but now's the time to be someone confession's just a book beginning, end, and hook these battles show less than I've took I bellowed in their arms but warmth a false alarm I wonder how it feels to kill someone to kill someone
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Added on March 28, 2010 Last Updated on March 28, 2010 AuthorWe May Well Be The OnesWest Covina, ORAboutI'm a student at Citrus College the name is abe I'm a papa I'm really into music photography is amazing road trips are always worth while there are a few other things... ...feel free to inquire more..Writing
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