Pint Sized
Pint Sized
that's what they are
the hearts that fill their minds, blocking the very essence of the reality of time
I see the faces of my worst enemies
Screaming the worst of my inner pain
I can sense that I am free
but in this world you can see the thruth that lies behind their mouths
My skin isn't the definitoin of who I am
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