If the moon was a man would he let me lose it all..If the tree speaks would she let me hurt my eyes around her wavy leaves Would let me feel hallow The star guided me to my grandma smiles and her basil smell The fools made me loss my peace The aches in my knees made me feel my presence The ground hit the air Windy didn't stool Peter heart His was lost long time ago His Helplessness made him need her not love Lonleness born in May leaves with a smile in Jan Personality born in May but rebirth in October Hate Land stole my compass my engine my freedom Can shame work with solar energy? I Blackmail my anxiety to a long time trapped unborn child A Man's violence was the fire alarm but that fire alarm never worked Black and white switch Black and white battles leaving me with third degree burn Above all my burns I never used fire alarms Silent fallen leaves attract grounded hearts Gun fire can kill art a heart a theme but can't kill greive and hallucinations Late in speech development have early racing heart ach in words Can I put my borderline pain in a drawer Can I costume my mental illness in a rainbow flower each colour separated? Can I convert all my anger emotions in a monster ?

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