In This Spot
I'm breaking
Loosing face
My mask about to break away
I'm crying
They can't see
I'm dieing
They say it can't be
I'm not lying
Not in words
Writing
It's my world
When they take
Everything from me
I still have words to set me free
I can still sing
I can rap or rhyme
I still have whats truly mine
When I'm dieing
When I fell my heart break
My hands get stained
In constant black and gray
It's all I have
To my little world
Where I forsake
Every boy and girl
Where I loose breath
Merely at thought
Where I rock
In this very spot
Another one written in 2nd block
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