If you can stand up from the crowd that raised you in monotone ways tied in your heart. Could you be strong enough to break them apart; set them far off from thee? Only in time we will see.
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PoetryPoetry is a fine way to tell you exactly who I am. And yet, you'd still be clueless. But of course, prove me wrong.
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If you can stand up from the crowd that raised you in monotone ways tied in your heart. Could you be strong enough to break them apart; set them far off from thee? Only in time we will see.
