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Shedding tears I can see darkness,

I can see whats real.

I guess thats the curse of an artist,

I don’t know what to feel.

 

A feeling like I’m numb,

feeling better than some.

Unknowing whats gonna come,

clueless, excited, and young.

 

Still have a lot more to see,

because life has just begun.

My friend your already free,

watch what I will become.

 

Watch as I rise above,

be greater than those before me.

Watch me be the one,

to have people adore me.

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JayannaMarie
<p>This is.. amazing. I love it.&nbsp;</p>

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