As I walk these hollowed halls
They ask me what am I suppose to be
Am I emo or scene
I smile sweetly and say
No am just me
I may be clad in black
But enjoy other colors to
Such as reds and blue
I may listen to rock but enjoy other
Genres to
So u see you just can't label me
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Her soul: spoken out
Poetryhey guys trying something new here. This will be here I store all my depressing songs and poems. Far warning right now I suck at all this so if you hate it and think it's horrible don't say I didn't warn you and leave me nasty comment. Because I wil...
