I cried in pain and despair.
I was trying to find a bandage.
To tie up my shattered heart and repair.
I was waiting for nothing, I was in bondage.
No one seemed to remember first aid again.
I picked myself up, I was taught. I winced in pain.
I became my Doctor, I glued each piece back.
Ironically, it's not fragile anymore, it's like bark.
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REBEL!
PuisiIt's about opposing what's popular, but untrue, this I call mature foolishness. what's widely accepted but inhumane, what's 'Government' but oppression! A rebel must learn and unlearn, a rebel doesn't backtrack. Being a rebel comes with a heart of...
