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Her story is not over yet, nor has it really begun.
She has no pen in hand, a pencil is all she has ever known.
Carving lines and then trying to erase.
But just like during math class, it doesn’t all always go away.

Because she can only erase so many times until the page just rips.
She can’t start from scratch, she’s got the world at her finger tips.
For her hands are too heavy and her eyes are too full.
She’s seen far too much, she’s twenty-two years OLD.

Say “it’s nice to see you” and I’d say “it’d be nice to see…”
To see from someone else’s eyes, to see not so harshly.
To stop seeing just black and white,
why discriminate?
This ain’t the 30’s.

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Needing to be important is sabotaging being important. Being silly and real gives proper composition to a person’s emotional spectrum and delivery. Its also a great way to enjoy and thus be accurately instead of forcibly interested and this creates being real…

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A consistency in judging and being down on one’s self, matter the end cause or goal, living a lie not a life. Letting go of one’s failings is enormous as is allowing one’s self to be happy in truly being themselves…