Confessions of

an indian drama queen

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A flaming fire that I see
devours the hesitation left in me
And provoked by daggers thrown by man
The world needs help, and help we can

But we always hide,
Two steps shy to contribute
But I think I am,
therefore I am
and I refuse to remain mute

I may be only one,
And you say i don’t have strength alone
But I will stand up straight, and yell out loud
That this violence I don’t condone

Maybe then my voice will be heard
And then one plus one is two
And then with the rest, who follow me
Imagine what we can do

The tragic state of who we are
We may hide within our laugh
But to acknowledge, and then stay still
Its not even remotely enough

The starving children, the dying men
The children who don’t exist
The college kids, that kill their peers
All the pain amongst the mist

And the mists, like fogs, they blur our eyes
We only see what we allow ourselves to
But those deaths, the pain, the ignorance
I think its time we take our cue

I refuse to live one more day
Just listening blankly to the news
I’m sick of all the pain
I’m done with the abuse

Our country’s small, but we can do so much
If we hold our hands and try
And maybe when we make it work

There’ll be one less child to cry


the voices in my head are singing 4:44 am






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Hola!Quisiera presentarle ala Senorita Shola. Vivo en Singapore. Todo es muy intereste. Soy sucio diamonte. Esto es para usted. Adios!:)


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I like Pina Coladas
And getting caught in the rain
I'm not much into health food
I am into champagne