continuing a road
put a gun on hold
find my real face
dropping pieces of me
...
A sullen tide
rushed upon thy rock-happiness
looking at him
staring
...
put in a weak-definition
learned to ignore it
telling me a reflection
mirror does not lie
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I want to escape to a world of glitter
I do not want to sit in your litter
I'll explode
...
feel it at night
alone in a room
butterflies in my stomach
breathing in a panic
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A forest in Hollywood
trees congregate
looking up at a big tree
grown from hate
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in sight of race
disgrace
we have our guns
we lose all bullets
...
music gets louder
as you put me down
can lock me up
put me in prison
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