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I don't have a will. The world has chained up my freedom To think about why I have what I have And why I have what I don't have. Against my wi..

Music. It's the natural pain killer. The one thing that's okay To get hooked on and To want everyday all the time. Music. It's the natural art..

When you've given up on the world, And it gives you nothing in return, You can turn to the mirror And look at who's with you the whole time. Whe..

What a Workout. I pull up, I pull down I sweat, I move, I run, I jog I puff breaths of exaustion. I pull apart, I pull together I pull horizontal..

Yes. That word can send itself up in flames. Not always positive. You can say yes to drugs. Is that positive? You swallow your death sentence Al..

I said sorry. You walked away, into the cold. I stayed there, feeling broken. Now I siy alone, with no tears left to shed. I cried them all away a..

The way he looks at me, I could die. When he smiles, I melt inside. There's no words to describe. My love for him. His name is Myles. What a bo..

Walking away from the chains for a while I see nothing ahead except white. Not the good kind either. I shiver, I shake, I cry myself to sleep Al..

I only need to think about the word "Math" And my brain waves run away From the flame of numbers. I don't like math and I probably Ne..

Rushing through my veins My heart My organs themselves It rushes through The magic of dancing. When I take that first step I feel alive Then ..