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Don't shed tears over a friendship you knew to be dysfunctional from the start. I am what I am Sometimes a monster Sometimes a saint, And sometimes, Both.

The girl with tear stained cheeks The girl,  no wash- Bleached. The girl with narcissistic genes Thinks she looks good in those jeans. Is it even possible to be narcissistic without even caring about your looks for the most part? Not to me. They rode the merry go round of emotion 'till night swayed them away. In my heart they'll stay. The girl with sadness in her eyes and bones. The girl with no one to behold. The girl with happiness blowing through her hair. The girl with sarcastic jokes and puppeteer hands to control those who wanted to leave. These girls- Twin souls, Were The Same.

Sweet melodies, Sad lullabies whisper in my ears. No one A friend of mine, Ohh sweet lullaby. I  can  see the water you shed from your eyes. I. Can. See the tears in the well you keep disguised. Hush my chiiilld, hear my sweet lullabyyy. Don't becomee fond of the sadness, it will drown you! It may feel good and you see yourself as pretty with self-pity, but child if you don't listen to my sweet lullaby You'll have to say goodbye Gooodbyye (It's time to say goodbye) Ohuohouuuh (It's time to say goodbye) Uuuuhuhuh (It's time to say goodbye) Nou nou no no (It's time to say goodbye) Sweet lullabies (You'll have to say goodbye) Gooodbyye (

The palm tree is flexible Yet it can very well be torn down. The palm is strong Yet it's leaves may fall. The palm is not weak It is strong. It knows it's limits yet not what it can Accomplish. That's why it pushes itself to work hard Yet knows when to stop.

The bird sits alone on a fence. It recognizes it is alone but it also Recognizes it is a bird. It flies. It knows it is lonely But it knows what it is. It flies on the wind's current. It is not held back by loneliness Loneliness fuels it's desire to fly And to fly High enough to be able to find another Part of itself it never knew To achieve something new. It will find it's friends at the top. It will keep on flying.

The wind exists only for the paper. It lifts it up But it can tear it as well. The paper knows this truth very well. It waits for the wind to tear it up Knowing the danger yet; The paper does not do it for the pain But for the knowledge that in the end Someone will pick it up And put it back Together.

The sky roars. The sky cannot be held by mere overconfident mortals who decide getting rid of the sky will be the only option if they want to survive. The sky screams. It calls for help, the twinkling stars it once was part of are fading, it is waiting for it's doom. The sky wails. It says it's frail it does not want to keep going, it asks the humans to stop, to instead of riding the world of the beautiful fragile sky to get rid of the hate. The sky stumbles. The sky cries. The sky is suffering but it does not give up, for giving up is a sin. The sounds that blanket the world an infernal din. The sky roars. It roars once more, it did not want