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Spirit Free

I do not wear dark make up to put on a show. I can brace the camera with glamorous, Without any make up on. You can now say good-bye to the girl, You use to know Because she not coming back no more. She has broken down into pieces like, a jig saw puzzle leaving remanence of her sadness, upon the ground. I do not even want to try to fix her, knowing the reason why she is shattered. It's better left unsaid trying to piece back the hurt, that someone else had did. Only the tears that she has cried, can only be heard through the riverside. As the river douse out all her pain, I think I will feel much better dancing in the rain because my spirit is free

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