Thomas Henderson

There are a lot of people that are different
We are some of those people
Some people are afraid of us
People call us rejects or outsiders
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The dark red rose
wittles with pain
until the rain
washes it away
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Everyone has a fear
They don’t even know where it comes from
Fear is everywhere you don’t have to look
There are fears that scare little kids
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What are you scared of?
Where are you going? Where are you going?
I wonder what you are doing
Are you scared of me?
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I look has the sun rises to bring the end of a cold night
The breeze of the morning sun wakes up the world
But there are parts that don’t get touched by the sun
The dark figures rest in the shadows
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I wake up to your birds of your voice; you say you love me to the darkest hour
I say I love you to even more, I go to school, I see you kiss another on there lips of wine. The blood in me starts to boil to a steam. I get very angry with you,
So go away and get out of my life I want to be alone with this broken heart
I don’t want to see another soul. My broken heart beats real slowly like the beating of an Indian rain dance drum going slower and slower until it stops.
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I wake up to your loving voice
Saying that you love me to the darkest hour
I say I love you more then you could ever know
I go to school see you kiss another
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