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K Sara Sara

Creativity and imagination can't break the lock,
expression imprisoned, goodness sake it's writers block.

Extreme circumstances spiral from a dream I told,
obscene reactions, odds minute chances, and hell unfolds.

Opinions of me so cold and dark,
from friends I hold so close to my heart.

Friends like family, the ones I've been around the most and known the longest,
I feel deepened hurt and angry, the cost is I must be at my strongest.

I'm lashing out and torn apart, no composure,
soul worn down, broken heart, is the friendship over?

All because of a joking dream,
misinterpreted as a hateful scene.

For me there's no people left now, they've all come and been,
but at least I'm writing through the block and through the mean.

Now I don't know, is it me?
K Sara Sara, whatever will be will be,
life is a long journey, we travel far,
straighten my back up, chin up, walk on, K Sara Sara.

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