Rise

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    Rise
    I sit here in this booth and stare at this screen
    Doing what I can to keep myself from wanting to scream
    Pinching myself to wake up from this dream
    But then I realize that these mere lies
    Are really monstrous in size
    So if I could chose to lose this bruise on my heart
    I'd keep it in secret the deeper I should have seen it from the start
    Pullin me apart
    Tearin at my insides like where did I go wrong?
    Where was I going that made me so strong?
    All this pain for a woman that hurt me for so long
    A woman that I did but didn't ever want to love
    She got me down in the dirt but that's the hurt in the rough
    She has me hurtin in pain but that's why I only chose to rise above

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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