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Life It would grab my face and tell me to wake up Life that is, Wake up It’s happening You’re growing The ballad of the pigs The fakest of smiles But the smallest of eyes Their greed bleeds from their mouth Whenever they tell their filthy lies --------------------------------------------------- Wind Sometimes I wish to be the wind Idk why all the font is different-----------------------
Going wherever I choose doing whatever I please
Not caring what the people around me think
Making art with the sky
Watch as the birds fly by
But I don't think I have to be the wind to do that
I think I just have to be human
I think I just have to be me
And that's alright
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