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I Am
A girl who cries only on T.V
As I lie down and hit the pillow
Only my eyes knows
I tell my secrets to my soul
For I don’t think no one understands
Trying to be hard as possible
Like a baby trying read a bible
I don’t want no one to like me
Im lost parentless
Found my matured younger than I was suppose to be
An adult I was at 14
I run with shoes I had for a decade
Wal-Mart was sax’s fifth
And sax’s fifth was make believe
I have achieved things that’s taller than me
I believe I was born to fight off this beast
When happiness blows against my face
No more running I ran the race
As I pace searching for the beast
Remove her so I can see
Who I Am
S*** im still searching for me
