I'm writing this
poetry letter
'cause I'm pissed
and wanna feel better
or change
My forever weather
of being stronger
for way too long
so please
hear my moan
I'm not a clone
or made of stone
Yeah, I'm human
with a lot sh*t
going on
That is wrong
i believe
Yeah, and so i grief
With thoughts on my sleeve
and stitches
with wishes
on my heart
that i so
need to part
or drop
my guard
about how
really hard
to live this life
Yeah, even with Christ's
spice
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