Life is as intense as you want it to be. People in it will bring either tremendous joy or an unbearable pain. She could heal in revenge, hell being her home. But healing through words is the only way of keeping her sanity. Covering the shades of bla...
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There's always a teacher That left a mark in our hearts And we fill ourselves with love When we remember them But this is the case of an old woman Who would step on a child's illusions Calling her abnormal for loving some art Curious life is; the name of this teacher Means to be joyful, smiling, happiness All she was, contrary to the belief Cruelty at best, poor kid hold grudges for years Now, I hope she knows I'd like for her to forget what it feels like To put on a smile even in the darkest of the days.
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Exodus
Exodus of a lifetime Wearing a white t-shirt and blue shorts As tall as her elbow, there she goes Smiling all the way home Probably the first time in her life to see Such kids look like her Some shorter, some older than her All of them students at the end Waving a goodbye, she's finally getting to grow Boards all around, beautiful drawings on them She dreamed of learning and reading Little did she know Her dreams will become the nightmare Of an impatient witch Living in the inside of that dark castle Exodus of a school.
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Escape
Reality hits hard She can't see it yet She's too young to handle The beauty of a devil Clearly, she gets hurt So she goes running To her safe room Surrounded by thoughts Stories, tales, words written Images to imagine An outside world She could only dream about And with open eyes Heart beating faster She sits on the floor Making friends with girls older than her And everyone seems to be nice But intrigued about her behavior They let her be It's all she needed But then, the horned witch storms off Opening the big, brown doors With some windows in it Smiling like a giant shark Pretending to be a sweet woman She grabs the child by her arm And tells her to keep quiet Because abnormal people can't speak This little girl With tears running her whole soul Just wished to escape.