My head buried down beneath our land, my sorrows and demons sifting in the sand. I lay all alone wondering what people are thinking. WHERE IS SHE? WHO IS SHE? Now my heart starts sinking. Once again I'm all alone but now im the demon forever below. Im the demon below sifting the sand, until one day I decide to take a stand. I figured im not below just forever alone. But now your below sifting the sand until one day your demon decides to take a stand.
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PoetryBe what you expect, not what others expect. Be who you want to be and what you dream, not what others want you to be and not what others dream you are. If they won't see you for who you are then they are the ones who have to change themselves and th...
