Falling

I Am...

I am the girl who makes up songs, forgetting them as the day goes.Seeing the hidden art...

I wonder if my old dolls really come to life at night...

I hear music beats everywhere...

I see hidden pictures all day and night...

I want to be on the big stage...

I am the girl who makes up songs, forgetting them as the day goes.Seeing the hidden art...

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I pretend that the world is a happy place.

I feel the sharp knife of life.

I touch life's cold hard face.

I cry, begging for it just leave us alone.

I am the girl who makes up songs ,forgetting them as the day goes.Seeing the hidden art...

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I understand that the world has many harsh colors.

I say it deep in my soul.

I dream of the nicer,prettier,more vibrant colors.

I try to make the world a little brighter.

I hope that one day it will be.But....

I am the girl who makes up songs ,forgetting them as the day goes.Seeing the hidden art....

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I wrote this in English class.It started out as an assignment,but then turned into something from my heart and soul.I just poured out the images in my brain.Was it my brain?It felt like my soul...Fuck it,ya know?

😘Maggie