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I was born in August the hottest
part of summer I was raised by
many only called one mama
I believe I was a happy child
looking back over it all I cried
a lot for what I need what I was
missing most of all no one
was there when I fell no one seen
me fall down that's what I tell
myself instead of no one cared
enough to pick me up that kind of truth don't feel good at all I dried my tears
and shrugged it off brushed it
aside I paid it no mind polished
my life and made it shine like
the sky the day I was born
in this cold world under a
fire sign raging like a storm
facing the tears I was torn
to spend the rest of my life
believing what the mirror
told me a new creature no
longer the old me no one
ever told me I had options
didn't know I could choose
when I found out it was good
news to hear I let out a cheer
chivalrous held the door
pulled out the chair heart
warm inside a good feeling
when someones there still
something lingered in the
air thought I shook the fear
of the past then it appeared
all along I was wrong to
keep holding on to what I
couldn't keep like holding
something then waking up
from sleep empty handed
feeling disappointed all over
again will it ever end every
experience everything talked
about is something to write
about and the time it takes
to create fills the cracks in
the void sometime the sound
it makes is a lot of noise
