I've Been Known
To crash and burn to fall on the goruns
to break.
To smell the flowers to listen to music
to reflect.
To sing and dance to hide my secrets
to cover up.
To scream and shout and belt out my feelings
to express.
To run on a whim to never stop
to never give in.
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