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My body


There is a box flowing through a pit of fire With my emotions and voice locked inside My heart is being crushed Because the names of my childhood are being caught up with the present Tired of being the lonely dumb one That always gets laughed at Emotional walls are being built up And I am facing the consequences right now Verbally abused is going to lead to And might accidentally be put on the ones that I bring into the world But I will try to fight against that And everybody says play the play Laughter hides the pains Inside the smiles Hides the frowns that’s planted in the heart Deeply in rooted into the blood That flows through the body from the head to the toes My body is a mural painted by hate and a little love
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