Detour
Didn't know how to love since I came to this country
I only understood how to love people that didn't love me
I understood how to walk fast past a man that was hungry
And I cried every night realizing that, that was once me
I thank the good lord that I am now able to write my words
and then again in cursive
Ive cursed the ones that I love by becoming this new person
The one that has given her bottle away when she was thirsty
the one that dove under the water when sharks were lurking
the young girl that still is taking notes, but writes them in verses
She is the one that has loved every person
And she will not stop until they're the ones who show her mercy
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Channaemily
Hi there, I am smaller than most but my will to do better and never give up even when others do makes me seem big in heart. Even though I am outgoing I have a ironic fear of having stage fright. I don't know what it is but every time I stand in front of a crowd larger than 4 I get shaky in the hands and weak in the knees. Other than that I am pretty much an open book. Or at least i try my best to be.
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