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Fuck It
I snapped again.
This time i saw blood on my hands
From where I ripped your heart out.
Because I couldn’t follow my heart
This isn’t a love poem.
It’s a liberation.
A liberation of my mind body and soul.
A liberation that rebels from you.
Because I decided to take the best advise I could give myself.
Fuck it all I will just do what I want
I like flashy entrance
So I will make a scene when I am liberating me
But I do get a silent mood
So I will let you think what you want and do what I want.
Fuck what you think.
The first move shakes me but I will not collapse.
The second move releases me but I will not be satisfied.
The third move got me in trouble but I will not detest
The fourth move liberates and I WILL LIVE
Because I am me
And you are you
And I say fuck it all and I’ll do what I want
Because the high of freedom is addictive and so worth getting in trouble for.
(I know there are a lot of profanities but I really don’t give a damn. That and I have Irish blood in me so it’s only natural)
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