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Resemblance of Real
When tapping into the world of others go wrong, you realize you are no where near where your passion belongs.
I vow to let my heart pump me closer to my destiny.
No longer will myself hold me back from where I should be.
I have goal of a soul that’s creative with no holds, which is great receipts for things craved by daily thoughts of me.
These letters on this page are far from just words making phrases for you to smile and say “she’s good at this” but more like blood flowing through your veins giving oxygen because I was made for this.
Arranging words is how I express this beautiful chaos in my chest, thanking God for my creative mine I refuse to put to rest, knowing that the over load of regret would be what happens next.
I’m officially breaking free from this so call American dream planted deep inside of me.
I’m from the home of the brave but not quite free.
Their taking scripts calling it reality, shaping this world to be as real as Ken and Barbie, NO not me, I will protect my sanity.
My soul belongs to me, no more thinking if I was rich ill be truly happy, or stress free, I’m finding me…that’s it… I found me!
I vow to let my heart pump me closer to my destiny.
No longer will myself hold me back from where I should be.
I have goal of a soul that’s creative with no holds, which is great receipts for things craved by daily thoughts of me.
These letters on this page are far from just words making phrases for you to smile and say “she’s good at this” but more like blood flowing through your veins giving oxygen because I was made for this.
Arranging words is how I express this beautiful chaos in my chest, thanking God for my creative mine I refuse to put to rest, knowing that the over load of regret would be what happens next.
I’m officially breaking free from this so call American dream planted deep inside of me.
I’m from the home of the brave but not quite free.
Their taking scripts calling it reality, shaping this world to be as real as Ken and Barbie, NO not me, I will protect my sanity.
My soul belongs to me, no more thinking if I was rich ill be truly happy, or stress free, I’m finding me…that’s it… I found me!
Published 1st May 2015
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Anonymous
1st May 2015 8:24pm
full of passion, I like it. :)
1st May 2015 8:41pm
