a time in a small town named Harmony is what GOD FULFILLED THE INDIVIDUALs WITH AS SKILLFUL ,IT WAS WHEN THEY WORKED AND IN NO. ACKNOWLEDGEMENT,LIKE OH LOOK AT ME Im singing for youuuu FOR YOU HOW THE FUCK EVER I SING TO YOU, And this voice among with ,bone marrow, larynx,blood transfusion ,mistaken identity and got the wrong surgery, who is to sit aside now to rust ,this individual that loved their life now hates it,who says I miss me. ever, do you gotta like it to like it or do you have to love it to like it, what is hate too for a mistake, possibly a natural individual not intentionally but look as if and no if shit and this if listened. Mi dreamed of sharing music with the world, but felt the weight of expectations best friend was a talented guitar player. . becoming stars, Mi was afraid. how some artists changed their styles to gain fame The fuck is just Look it up is the same for not you do you look to the lost or look to the own understanding. “What if tapping the side. Then theirs no tapping the side “Just be yourself, Mi,” confident people like the real you. Your voice is pure. You don’t need to pretend.” Mine nodded but still felt unsure. That was when a big opportunity came knocking at her door. The town was hosting the community. Everyone was talking about the pressure.Welt an outside influence tugging at her. She heard whispers from fellow contestants who were changing their songs to fit popular trends. Some were even rewriting lyrics to sound more appealing. In the afternoon,another contestant who seemed so confident.outtah tune spoke, to encourage something similar. The idea began to trouble They were personal, sharing stories. But part of her was tempted by the thought of fame and acceptance. She wanted to win the talent show, and the pressure to conform was strong. The night before the show, Mi,@@@@ sat alone in a room. and was torn between sticking to authentic style and the idea of being a star. closed rather to show or to be loved for someone there judged upon and doesn't and wasn't able to choose to be true too? thoughts swirled in confusion until one of the originals poured a heart shape cup and felt a wave of calm wash over . Suddenly, I knew what to do. stupid is ready like that's over so sit here with my productivity not on your affinity ten feet small can't like AWOL god sent you saw him or did you know that all ah y'all written didn't rhyme just mainly not right what I write can't be hip to why we pass and you go to retreat and can't find his own life like time passed already it seems to him an still sit here and needed anyone around doesn't have a life to have any problems and not in rhythm anodized bout flows and real life passed in out too only I'm never regretting attempting to say what to say or thought I swung intention not to say ,I'm not what my action looked but within security their in no wrong doin I can't Express what went through my mind after mutherfucker

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