im here whether i like it or not
this world is what i have made it
i've got to walk these streets ive paved
though i want to peel off the scabs
and crawl back into the womb
though i hate the mother
for making me her daughter
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I am a metropolise of faces.
I am an identity crisis.
the spaces between egos is getting thicker,
i fear we are forgetting each other.
you keep me breathing.
you keep my heart beating.
when the swell conqures me,
i turn inward and you save me.














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