SOMEBODY

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Scars covering my body.
Growing by the day.

The harsh words you call me.
Staining me day by day.

Stone cold glances.
Burning my soul.
Diminishing and dispersing,
Away.

Solemn air filling my lungs.
Sizzling my organ.

Serpent in the grass.
Inching me further.

Lonely dark roads,
I want to go home.
But they guide me,
Away.

Free as a bird.
Can I learn?

Dreams of a kid that was happy.
How did I get unhappy?

Steel doors fall.
I deserve more.
I am somebody.
I will not go away

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