luisa sanchez

I think I've been forgotten
Everyday of my life
I think I've been forgotten
And crying tears of strife
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I am a women of oneself
I am me
I am a women that can make a difference
And so I am a women that can change.
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Life hates me, and I still don't know why
, im here alone and I figure out why I have no one, but myself
and not even myself wants me.
Is life a man or a woman,
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There was pressure on me
I was hated, and I was loved
I was loved and then hated,
But no one hated me as much as you did.
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I met you like I met a flower in the street
A secret a beautiful magical growth
A wonder of life I suppose
And yet that flower speaks with curiousity and pride of what it has become
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you are the light that shines my room
you are the blanket that keeps me warm
you are the next bud about to bloom
you protect me from any harm
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Have you ever felt so hopeless?
Like you don't deserve to live
As if life has been ignoring you
And you have nothing at all to give.
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we shared so many memories
we shared so many dreams
we shared so many moments
the harder that it seems
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In my world there are secrets untold......
There is evil unleashed
The devil is in your head
God has died and unlives forever
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im starting to dissapear, as if life was gone, as if i was never here.

dont ask me to leave because i'm already gone, my life isnt perfect, because its just wrong
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God, life its all okay,
but if we strain
then we will not gain,
love is there but soon to be gone,
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poor love is automatic
poor love is in my heart
poor love is overstatic
poor love can break apart
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I know its hard to say goodbye to all those that you love

Even though they'll be watching you next to god above
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Today is gray
But can it get washed away
I see the children play
They seem so gay what can I say
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This pen I write with at this very moment can write a million of words and tell billions of stories of different genres,
This pen I write with at this particular page is very small, but has big ideas with big imaginations and big quality,
This red pen I write with is the secrets of secrets and can do things other pens can't do.
This poem right here this pen wrote is 1 of the billions of things this pen thought of
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Can you be my prince or be my king
Be my pop or be my daddy
Will you be a boy or be my man
Can you not be the puppy, but be the dogg
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Nowweareherestucktogether, withnothing
todetachusnevertodisconnectbecausewe
willbehereforevertogetherstucklikegluelikepastelikesomethingpermanentforever
nothingatallcanhelpusnothingatallsowewill
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