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I am not the person who is singing. I am the silent one inside. I am not the one who laughs at people's jokes. I just pacify their egos. I am not my house or my car or my songs. They are only just stops along my way. I am like winter. I'm a dark cold female. With a golden ring of wisdom in my cave. And it is me who is my enemy. Me who beats me up. Me who makes the monsters. Me who strips my confidence. I am carrying my voice. I am carrying my heart. I am carrying my rhythm. I am carrying my prayers. But you can't kill my spirit. It's soaring and it's strong. Like a mountain I go on and on. But when my wings are folded. The brightly colored moth. Blends into the dirt into the ground. And it is me who is my enemy. Me who beats me up. Oh, me who makes some monsters. Me who strips my confidence. And it's me who's too weak. And it's me who's too shy. To ask for the thing I love. And it's me who's too weak. And it's me who's too shy. To ask for the thing I love. I am walking on the bridge. I am over the water. And i'm scared as hell. Cause i know there's something better. Yes I know there's something better. Yes I know,'Cause I love,I love.
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