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This Is Who We Are
The crickets
In rhythm
With my music
The tar
In time
With my breaths
The smoke
In rhyme
With my lungs.
This is who've I've become
A heartless soul
And 2 am tears
A broken girl
And smile filled fears
No one will care
No one will cry
Take some pills
Curl your hair
Place that smile on your lips.
Don't forget your sweater
And pack of smokes
By 18 you'll be dead
And know
In rhythm
With my music
The tar
In time
With my breaths
The smoke
In rhyme
With my lungs.
This is who've I've become
A heartless soul
And 2 am tears
A broken girl
And smile filled fears
No one will care
No one will cry
Take some pills
Curl your hair
Place that smile on your lips.
Don't forget your sweater
And pack of smokes
By 18 you'll be dead
And know
Published 7th Oct 2013
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8th Oct 2013 4:23am
I love the rhythm of this, it rolled off my tongue. I really like this piece, I relate to it, and it has a stripped honesty to it that is beautiful.
