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Don't forget to cross the Ts and dot your Is because if you don't do that they're just lines vertical on a page. Lets us forget about the imperfect words that make us cry the vertical lines, like jail bars hold us back. Stand up and out and roar like a lion! she is mine, I love her, but I am quiet, held back by the vertical lines the black oily jail bars, that keep my hear caged in everytime I cry and people don't listen the guard taps his nightstick upon the vertical bars, the imperfect feelings of pain and sadness feeling like this it bores me feeling like this makes me sick and I feel myself wanting to vomit and shake the nervous feeling of falling into a dark hole, so I sit behind these vertical lines, like cocaine lines, ready to snort up your nose, like cigarettes lined in a perfect and neat row, like empty wine and beer bottles littering around my feet. The vertical lines take me away from reality, close my already blinded eyes with a black blindfold. These jail bars cross my soul, chain my the ankles and wrists, and choking me, holding my head under water, I can't breath!!! Help me! These vertical bars hold me back in life, hold my emotions from coming out, to tell you how I feel for you! I no more want vertical lines, I want to be free. Drive horizontal roads that wined and turn around beautiful mountains too take a deep breathe and share the beauty to watch the horizontal horizon. Too sit on a beach shore and write till the sun goes down and the mermaids sings cheerful tunes that uplift my spirits and break the remaining vertical lines that bind and hold my heart in place. There is nothing beautiful in a straight line, let alone a vertical one. Horizontal, vertical all bad in their own ways, always trapping us, like jail bars or barbwire that streches across the open lands. Love has no lines, no boundaries, so why should I have lines that bind me together holding my head underwater, till a spark lights a powder keg and blows me sky high and I finally set myself free and roam the horizon for ever.
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