Some truths are stranger
Than fiction
Less difficult to contruct
It just happens
Creativity and diction
I can feel the friction
Of passing through
Tall grass
Wind blowing
thoughts flowing
Never knowing
The direction
You are going
A time and a place
A time and a place
Never the chance
To save face
Never the chance
To move up
Coffee cup
Push up
Bra
If you had seen
What I saw
It would leave you
Raw
On the inside
But it made me stronger
So that I can just last
All that much longer
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