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Wind
I bleed my pain out with a pen
Like breaking silence is a sin
My voice is just my choice of words
When did I begin?
I'm within
I'm only listenin
For the subtle change of frequency
Between desire of the skin
And really what's intuition
Is this me,
what do I think that means,
Why am I lonely friend?
I am the best of the worst of them
Am I just pretend
I'm on the fence of dense again
Will I break or bend?
Infinite crossroads leave me unwhole
Scars upon my soul
Pushed by the flow but will I go?
Or just sit still right here,
Disappear
Am I the roar felt from my core,
Tell me did I win?
Or meager wisp of a whisper
I become the wind
Like breaking silence is a sin
My voice is just my choice of words
When did I begin?
I'm within
I'm only listenin
For the subtle change of frequency
Between desire of the skin
And really what's intuition
Is this me,
what do I think that means,
Why am I lonely friend?
I am the best of the worst of them
Am I just pretend
I'm on the fence of dense again
Will I break or bend?
Infinite crossroads leave me unwhole
Scars upon my soul
Pushed by the flow but will I go?
Or just sit still right here,
Disappear
Am I the roar felt from my core,
Tell me did I win?
Or meager wisp of a whisper
I become the wind
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