A crime no person can understand,
But a chase everyone is willing
To wrap their head around.
I waver from gripping for a companion,
To ridiculing all who hold hands,
But deeply I just want that connection
And for my beauty to be a loud resurrection.
I've talked to god,
And I've seen myself rise,
With or without the pursuit of death,
I believe my soul will have another breath.
I am stronger than you
And I know I will be granted another love,
I am meant to bleed passion,
And I'm styling my hair
ready for another fashion.
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