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I’ve never liked to drink milk, granite I’m lactose intolerant, I’ve never liked to drink milk. I was always told that milk will give me healthy bones and a pretty smile,
THE WORLD IS GOING TO END WHEN EVERYBODY BELIEVES THERE IS NO END THE TRUTH IS BLUE TO THE FACT THE LORD IS COMING HOME
In order to prosper, they say Act, believe, and think the same way But for them, prosperity isn't happiness For them, commonality is their only steadiness  For them, uniquities are only a nuisance
Love, an emotion that we feel Percieved to be decadent  Beauty all around in our eyes and soul. It means that we should be kind,  open to learning.    Arms wide open,  hands extended. 
As I was descending from my declavity, with such an excessive velocity, suddenly I precipitated on a Holigorized thoroughfare.
I'm sorry But I can't go on Living in worry My heart is a con To the pro's of life It hurts to love Someone who doesn't strife Not to shove Me down every time I get close.
One day I'll make it big One day I'll be remembered One day I'll stand strong like the cold trees in December My arms will ache My legs will shake and just about all of me will probably break
I'm here hiding Hiding under this thick shell I'm tired of lying I will raise some hell Bring all of my flowing emotions out in the air I'm done with being this person
The smile brings joy as the eyes bring sorrow and as the mouth tells of yesterday the eyes tell of tomorrow
Wash away this pain, Like black rain, Leave a mark where you go, So I won’t have to know, It’s hurting me inside, Since my love died, I can’t forget what I never know,
Suicide. I may or may not be the only one But it has crossed my mind. Honest truth. Then I think Taking my life will do so little of what I think. It will make things worse.
Who is to blame? Abuse and neglect, it will all leave little girl a wreck. Tired of the same thing. Every day, every night, nothing changes, it will never be right. Waking up to screaming, bloody white tears are gleaming.
ALL SHE WANTED WAS AN ICY
As i convert my self over onto the mellow side,
  The apathetic deal with their emotions by not touching them. Thoughts, what thoughts? They turn feeling into physicality Some say its a brute, primal way. But it's genius, Brilliant,
Theology twisted, robbing the poor Sick religions have the saints misunderstood U.S. economy in it for self Rich stiff necked scholars still seeking knowledge But graduated from a top Ivy League college
Do you think the politics matter? Do you think that whoever takes the big chair will determine if your family is fed tomorrow?
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