

Need a TitleA mask Upon a man's face. It's almost skin tone color. You wouldn't know it's there, unless you cared enough to look real close. The man is suave. He is cool as ice. And his mask, subtle. But without the subtilties, things are a lot different. Torn. Twisted. Knotted. Scarred. The man had been unable to find a surgeon. But there was one person, who could have done it. He sees her everday in his work office. But she never knew. If only hNeed a Title


A Butterfly's PotentialJoyous. Butterflies flying in the sky.A Butterfly's Potential
We are subjected to this. A yearning for the sky.
But we are mere caterpillars for the time being. A title we shall one day outgrow.
For now, we stick together, Us caterpillars.
We make friends. We bond.
But the the day comes, When we are caterpillars no more.
We have our chance! Fly free!
But things hold us back. When we fly, we go with the wind.
The wind is the opposite of a river. It branches out in many different directions.
The win
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Pink RefraintAngst. . . Love. . . Hate. . . I try to forget. If I pretend long enough, It will all go away. Everyone will think I am happy. It's for the best. No one should have to worry about me. It would just drag them down. And why would I limit, My friends that I love so dearly? But when I go home and cry,Pink Refraint
I realize; That it is only by crying and hurting on the outside, That we know how much we are hurting on the inside.
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★ Music is Life. Cliché but True.
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Jack
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