i am locked inside this body.
i am still teenager i'll never grow out of this fear.
i want to let out the music that is curdling inside these hands (what a waste)
i wonder what it will take to become an artist that is coveted. a dove.
i wonder what it will take more times than i check my phone.
the worst thing for ripping open a song, is to care if its good.
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