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Feel these signs, feel these signs? Take them as your warning sign, warning sign If you can just pull away, pull away You only have so much time, so much time Feel these signs, feel these signs?
The birds are flying Away from something shady. These birds sense danger.
I needed your love.Your love to help me.Help me overcome these insecurities.Instead I don't receive what I'm seeking for.
Hey, It has been a while A while since you have sat down and took a breath. You are reading this because you feel burdened, maybe by something self-afflicted, maybe by a matter of circumstance.
Dear World, I made a choice, I chose a chance A chance for freedom freedom for all For immigrants, for natives For love, no hatred. Hatred is a weapon A weapon I will not use.
Starts with a blade Of grass, sticking Straight up, knifing Through the filth. A gentle hand grabs At it, to ignore The other weeds. Replanting at the break Of dawn, to carve
Gold-- Everything else has ceased to matter, To exist In his eyes. The damned metal has taken control Of everything in sight: Of our once beautiful home, Of my body, Of his mind.
Who are you? How did you do that? I cried as I looked back in time, He wrapped his icy arms around my waist, we stood there, intertwined,
test me i dare you: because one day i will have had enough and you will realize that though i may be a freak i am a freak to be reckoned with so remember that when you go to push me down
oh oh the mighty pen all others bow to you oh oh the mighty pen not many know how to use oh oh the mighty pen that builds and tear down worlds oh oh the mighty pen
I had a math teacher When I was in eighth grade We' d hang out at his house And play video games I thought it was a little strange I thought he was weird But, he let us smoke weed
Warning, Lost souls ahead, Do not mind their lifeless eyes and their crying into the night, They no longer sleep, Warning, Broken hearts ahead,
Warning This person contains true feelings in the deepest pit of their being The contents are a little too emotional or maybe not enough You are at risk of someone who may care too much
I am broken glass, yet you still try to touch. And I know you were taught to stay away from sharp objects.
Severe complexity at its best Harsh on the brain with a mild core Eruptions occur with no warning 'Sight set on the danger approaching
They come and go
Read my words
When they tell you That you’re too thin That you’re too pale or Far beyond normal Remember this You will always be wrapped up Always be tied up In this world, but
You look at me as your answer,
If you asked me my true desire My tongue would retract and my words would expire Because when it comes to me and wishes I won’t deny I’m superstitious See I'm afraid that what you ask for you'll get
I see the blue sky, The lands are decayed brown leaves, My life's warmth is lost.