Express
Expressing myself, is whats makes me happy.
Getting excited about the little things in life, is what makes it all worth the strife.
I'm about not being in the light, but supporting the fight.. for equality, and that nobody ever feels like they're left out, or afraid when they're out and about.
A healthy disposition is what keeps me at ease, hanging with friends, shootin the breeze.
But what's a friend? Someone who pretends? Or someone there to the end.
These are the thoughts that run through my mind
Cuz thoughts are being thought, all the time.
But to those who aren't afraid to be themselves, I applaud you, and encourage to help those without the courage, so the world can be a better place and there's a smile on EVERYONE's face.
Express and don't stress. That's the Best.
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