scrawls.
travelling I always stop at exits
wondering if I'll stay
young and restless
living this way I stress less
i want to pull away
when the dream dies
the pain sets it and I don't cry
i only feel gravity and
I wonder why

and the sun was wondering if
it should stay away
for a day until the feeling went away
and the clouds were dropping and the
the rain forgot how to
bring salvation
the dogs were whistling a new tune
barking at the new moon
hoping it would come soon
so that they could die
- nelly furtado

my orphical identity.
melissa
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leave.
doll.

scawls on my skin.


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Someone up there is crying.

Have you seen a man,
Crying on the street,
begging for some lose change,
begging for something to eat?
No home no kids,
no place to sleep.
He wishes he were dead,
his wish so deep.

Have you seen a child,
sitting on a swing,
sobbing his heart out?
No friends no family,
they all fled.
Just because he's a jew,
and he suffers hate.

This is why,
an angel cries,
when a good man dies,
when an innocent child cries.

So give that man a few old coins,
to last him the day,
and hug the child long enough,
so he'd feel special,
in a way.

Only then,
will the angels smile.
When you help a child,
when you help a man,
live a while.

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