Rose Field

You're standing in a field Feeling empty But it's full of roses While you only see the thorns Find beauty in what is causing you pain There is no one left to blame You are joy Let them find you You might be begging not to be chosen Yet in this field You are in …

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Who I Am

Look me up But not in a dictionary Because Merriam Webster's got nothing on me I cannot be defined I don't fit into a mold I'm not something you can fold Up so neatly that I'll fix in a box And I'm going to stop hiding in my hole like a fox I am gifted …

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