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Her hair was long and silken/
She talked and instant-/
Ly I stopped to listen/
She said your walk is missing/
Something its got to have with it/
She said drop the bitch that/
Youre carrying on top of mixin/
Emotions/
Throw them/
Away and dont remove your frosted vision/
You could have a girl like me if youd just let go/
Of that upset ho/
I bet those/
Twinges of love you still feel/
Arent real/
Outside of your deaf zone/
Shes got you depressed so/
Move on and accept bro/
That she was faking/
I know your heart is breaking/
But dont text those/
Love poems/
You know that/
She doesnt deserve the best of/
You, and with that she stood up/
And I put up/
My anguish/
And embraced this/
Beauty, I should of/
Let the past go and not cripple me/
Simply/
Let life be life and all its mystery/
Im picturing/
What I could be, if I would no longer pitifully/
Sit on these/
Urges/
But murder/
My aversion to the fear in me/
Ripping these/
Limitations out and clearing these/
Burdens Ive carried for so long, and truth was revealed to me/
So I took her hand/
And looked at the grand/
Creature before me who hooked and made me understand/
That my foolish grasp/
On my ghoulish past/
Was keeping my present hopes cruelly dashed/
I removed my mask/
And let her see me vibrantly/
She chided me/
"Why have you kept your beauty hidden so childishly"/
Now I can see/
That life isnt over when something ends violently/
Just try to be/
Fluid/
And you can/
Survive this thing/
I took her hand, smiling/
Saying baby come and ride with me/
Passion rised in me/
And my life it beams/
As far as I can see/
My fear it flies from me/
And apprehension dies with me/
But I can dream/
For ages now, no one can stifle me/

So thank you

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