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None of these sections go together. They're all simply short drabbles. Barely poems honestly.

Hello, hello? How naive is the world here?
Wake up and realize
Mistreatment before your eyes.



How can my mind pulse so much?
I'll choose freedom from the cage I'm in.
If I can bring myself to flee...
Grow bravery from others sin.



My form of art is words. I'll sharpen them and turn them against you.
You thought they couldn't hurt
But
My hammer and anvil made them strong.



Can you catch the anger in my eyes?
Most likely not...it's masked with lies.



Steal my mind and drown my thoughts,
Rip the distaste from my skull.
If someone could save the heart of this house
I'd have no choice but to change.

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