Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
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I stay where I'm not wanted.
My young heart grows old
And I can't communicate with it anymore.
The camera captures nothing,
They all say they're better than me
And my impulse says to insult them all.
My strawberry red face turns away and
I flock away with my emotions in hand.
My old heart smolders like a dying flame,
I'm not sure why I was deserted but
All I can think of is how damaging the
Silence is to my hearing.
11-18-11
My young heart grows old
And I can't communicate with it anymore.
The camera captures nothing,
They all say they're better than me
And my impulse says to insult them all.
My strawberry red face turns away and
I flock away with my emotions in hand.
My old heart smolders like a dying flame,
I'm not sure why I was deserted but
All I can think of is how damaging the
Silence is to my hearing.
11-18-11
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