My Life in a little box.
My Soul is contained and trapped with locks.
My Art flows out through my finger tips.
My Poetic misfortune is expelled from my lips.
Stay a while and listen to my story.
To fathom my wings’ beauty and glory.
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shaaaanooon; miss A - Good Bye Baby
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Someone told me that I'd be beautiful if I was skinny.
Lol, fuck you, I am beautiful.
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Dear Future Husband,
As I read the Word, I pray that our God continues to mold me into the...
