Realization
Give me paper, give me pens
I'll feel better in the end,
When the light comes crashing in,
This life will stop when one more starts,
Just let me be I want it all,
Finally free I feel so small,
In your world called "paradise",
I'm never heard,
So maybe this will make you see,
Not everyone can be happy.
Give me paper, give me pens
One day I promise, we'll meet again
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Tinanne
I'm 15, I don't really know what to put here so I'm just going to talk about myself a little. I take chem/bio courses at my school and I'm an honor student. I don't really write a lot because I'm not good with my emotions, even though i have a lot of them, and I play piano and violin for competition. That's all I have. I don't think I did this right.
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