But I guess it shouldnt
Matter
Batter to
The cake that
Didnt rise
To thee ocassion
Im blazin
Hair rasin
Trying to decide
Inside my brain...
But my soul anit
Sayin the same
Boggled...
Hard to swallow
Yet still feeling
It flow
Nothing is
Certian
To many
Things hidin
Behind that
Curtain
The exist
To no be
Spoken of
Not as gentle
As a dove
Naive is something
That I dont do well
Thats why my heart
Is living in hell
Thats just as well...
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