You know what's crazy how my head blows like a whistle and how my cries are loud like a missile.
but no one else hears and this is one of my biggest fears, While jotting it down full of tears.
My mood is like a map but the sort of map that you don't follow but you have to find your own way to get to the right destination, if you don't know then I don't have no explanation.
I've never been taught how to regulate my emotions, just hide it with magic potions then have a big explosion.
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Author:
Nicole Sarah Robinson (Pseudonym) (
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