Song Of Myself
My heart is filled with paper made hearts.
Ignore my feelings and push them aside,
those paper made hearts, create a careless soul.
Im a young prodigy preparing for the worst.
Along with an un similar face, and demeanor that
over a portion of society lacks.
I am, she is INAMRA.
A fetish for modern luxury, but satisfied
with the love of a vintage antique.
Oridinary is a figure of speech to me.
Im more of a challenge like creativity.
You cant spell my name without saying
I am, she is INAMRA.
Determined to overcome my fears.
Fixated to live my dreams. I can
accomplish those things because
I am, she is INAMRA.
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