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Like a bird in flight, she leaves her body behind. Oh, what a sweet dream.

I need someone to hear my story. No, not just hear it but really LISTEN to it. I need someone to understand the things I've seen, the things I've done, and the things that have been done to me. I need someone to hurt for me, because I cannot feel; someone to cry for me, because I've forgotten how. I need to tell someone my pain. Tell them about my father and how he'd drink himself to sleep. How he'd call me dirty names in a slurred language I still easily understood. How I found him passed ou...

The world will never know my beauty, it is far too ignorant and blind to understand or even see something so exalted. I burn brighter than the sun but somehow remain unnoticed. I talk soft but laugh loud, my antidote to the corporate poison we're fed on an hourly basis; injecting their dirty words straight into our veins telling lies of right and wrong, what is good and who is bad, worship their glorified gods, false as they may be- they’re stealing all our freedom.. are we even really free? ...

love is for the weak and feeble-minded; i dance with gypsy spirit in circles around you and your kind. i am above this crutch called love. i stand on a pedestal unbeknownst to you called cynicism. i walk with gods and lay with angels in my bed of sinful engagements. we know not of emotional attachments, just skin on skin entrapment. so tomorrow when you think that you love me, just remember i'm better than that.