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When I woke up today It didn't feel like it was in my bedroom  I was doomed  In a cage  But the keys are in my hands It's strange Am I afraid?  No, but they keep judging me And my pain They smile like it's funny  Feeding off my pain  Like they love it  But I'm above it  Feelings sealed tight  But I still fight   I'm gonna touch it  The light  Cause I own mine  And you have no right to judge me  So go mind Your own business and attack your own kind That does the same as you do  Those who take their difference And throws them in their face  To get those to taste your Idealistic waste You're a disgrace  That doesn't work on me I am me, nobody else  I'm just being myself  Guess I am an outcast  So I cast it over those  Who dislike it They prepare their cannons to strike it It's futile  I have a file  You can never rewrite  Cause It's my write  So good night and sleep tight  Yet I still feel it again and again It gets under my skin  So I take my pen  Then I'll say to myself  I don't want to fit in Still, I need to focus Figuring out my motives So now I'm a problem when it's locked  Then see it when it opens I still hear voices  I understand it's complicated  The process of me  Now they are trying to pick apart my lines Well here's what you can dissect from me I've always been the reject   Who in the deep shed  The only sheep shaved red Can you see that  I might fall into my thoughts  Yet your drive is nowhere like mine  So get out of my car I'm a star  Falling hard leaving the space and time I tore I'm at my core  I still remember writing "Here to stay" It was therapy for me "Your days are coming to an end now" Shut up no one needs to hear your gory Words, it's insignificant You'll never win So pack your bags and leave To find another mind to settle in I win
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See alot of people get confused on why I do this. It something that personally helps me aswell. God gave me this gift a powerful gift as an outlet. Thats what writing is for me. When emotion flies over me this is where I go. It's what I call Real writing. It's a therapy for me.

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