Pint Sized

Pint Sized

that's what they are

the hearts that fill their minds, blocking the very essence of the reality of time

I see the faces of my worst enemies

Screaming the worst of my inner pain

I can sense that I am free

but in this world you can see the thruth that lies behind their mouths

My skin isn't the definitoin of who I am

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