Rage
When it hits you'll know the taste/ We are not a logical race/ we loose grace/ Faces keep us sain/ Those who make us rain/ Whether the pain, the strain, the vain CONTEMPT!/ VENT!!!!!/ We must stay reliant to our own restraint/ PAINT! our own conception/ BREAK! our own convictions/ MAKE! our own deliverance/ DiSPERSE! our own discontinuence/ Keep providing Thee concept/ What reality do we live in?/ What reality do we live in?/ The choice of voice is our ploy/ Be coy, respectul with our plans/ Give in to "man"/ We as women or man/ Those who don't become contraband/PLAN!/ Rejoice to your own voice/ Make memories of our noise/ We do not speak vocals but choice!/Voice your plurals/Add to the verbs/End with a noun/ We are what makes things Sound.Rage
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Wow Things happen really fast. I have not cared for anyone as much as three people in my life.
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