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Rebels


I don't know what's wrong with me. Second guessing all that I see. Trying to abide to everyone's needs. Letting this freak of nature try to control me. I'm losing it here. The fight with my mind. Gotta build up those walls. Have to bottle up my insides. Set loose to the rain Let the Storm Rage Until there's nothing left But the blood on my chest. Let the delinquents run Let them reign free. Watch all the chaos Tear through the breeze. The suns not here yet The time is still ours And as long as we have it They can't control us As we fight for the weak of hearts We fight for the weak of minds Leaving is not an option As long as we're going fine We have to stand past the test No we won't give it up yet Not till the rain is gone. We have to keep holding on
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Kinley Baker

I am really into Poetry and I love to write. I am currently going to Central Michigan University to become an Educator with a Major in English and a Minor in Biology and American Sign Language. I hope to someday be a published author and to be able to spread my passion for writing and creativity to others. :3

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