My brain is like an old key chain, with a million unknown keys.
My thoughts are like an oceans waves, with ideas in the breeze.
My hopes are like a sinking ship, that was once afloat at sea.
My dreams are like a caged bird that is ready to be free.
My horrid smile is like a lustful affair, and it seeps with fucking lies.
My fickle heart is an orphan child, and out to you it cries.
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