| A littl about my motivation. |


Heads Held HighI heard someone sayHeads Held High
That freedom's not free But we live every day
Like it's a commodity And sometimes glance
At the people across the sea And shrug them from our minds
At the risk of empathy It's too hard to look
So we try not to see But where's the justice
That was given to you and me
They're struggling, they're fighting For so much more than just their lives It's for the ability to live them For people to hear their cries And take heed, and take note That they're willing to die To be heard and for the freedom They k
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Poetry is a life line without limit
I love anything that smells like CHOCOLATE!
This guy is simply TOO awesome--> ~whalelova
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You dont understand me,And you probably never will.I got a tendency to self destruct,And a soft spot, for the filth.A hair trigger temperament.A switchblade, for a tongue.Im a walking 1 man genocide.With a black belt, in corrupt
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