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Where did the childhood go? Fading into this wasteland Of dreams, broken and abandoned With festering wounds. Neglected for harsh realities; When did we lose ourselves? Maybe this is my childhood. Because I can't remember friends, Always feeling not good enough And no one wants you here. Not really. Because maybe my dreams are as simple As to belong. So I've given the world, grip on my soul, Allowing myself to become coarse and jaded. So far down from anywhere happy; Screaming internally like a wounded animal. This pain has allowed me to see a clearing in the storm. I have been perpetrating horrible lies. My dreams are that simple As bel

this is where i want to be. this is where i'm meant to be. this is where i'm home and free. i've found where i belong. this is where i'm asked to be. freely speak as only me. ride and dine and lazily dancing to the song of where i've found i'm fin'l'y me. where i'm who i didn't see. where i cannot ever be anything but myself. there's people here who want to see my ideas and possibilities who let me roam on my own breeze and care and give me help. nowhere had i ever seen potential from inside of me. i mean so light and found carefree as never seen before. before they said what i had to be. unknowing that they crushed my dreams. they thought t

My heart's on a chain Sitting cold in the rain No where for it to go Feelings it shouldn't show Doesn't make any sense Everything it repents Thus my heart will lament Every beat it has spent