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HollowSome days I feel like I am broken A porcelain doll lying on a shelf My semblance is attractive and appealing And you don't see my chipped paint is peelingHollow
Something in me is wrong The cogs in my tick-tick-ticking heart Aren't following my rhythm And I'm falling apart- little by little
I can see the way your eyes light up And I feel it in my chest I avert my eyes And do my best to get some rest
Because there is something in me Something wrong A part of me is missing And I'm left hollow With a hole beat-beat-beating in my chest &


SoapboxI talk as I walk In place after place Ignoring the shock On face after faceSoapbox
The words in my mind Roll off of my lips Unconsciously find My hands on my hips
Their faces are white Their lips are tight pursed Hard angry fright From words, unrehearsed
So, as grimaces bleed Off an ignorant crowd
My words have been freed To sound out, out loud
Know from my heart Im a child of this age And I want no part Of your golden cage
Id rather be black In your flock of white sheep K


FreeI love that moment when the words pass through me In my blood, my mind, behind my eyes The letters light my mind a fire And my heart soars on the wind leaving me breathlessFree
I love how my word slows down but my heart beats faster As each letter forms and helps me build the foundation Of a city, house by house and brick by brick Each word building up to a future as bleak and dim as the rest
I love watching them arrive in front of me Like I could see them with my heart, and letting go lets them free Fly free bright words and brighten the world Because the image


One of Those DaysIt's one of those days That etches images behind your eyes And when you close your eyes Pale shapes shine against the blackOne of Those Days
It's one of those days When the surreal beauty of the rain Glows against the sky And you smile as time slows down
It's one of those days When you are at peace with the world You have a million things that need doing But you just... sit
It's one of those days That signals new life and the coming of spring When you feel like anything is possible And fat drops of water roll down your window
It's one of
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A childhood dream of homicide
while not writing myself
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A childhood dream of homicide
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A childhood dream of homicide
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I am born to be creative
I am born to be dynamic
I am born to become queen
I am born to design
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A childhood dream of homicide
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I am born to be creative
I am born to be dynamic
I am born to become queen
I am born to design
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A childhood dream of homicide
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