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my inner language is wild
the hair on my head does not listen
because where it goes
i will too
i am tied to the melody
but ill never drown in it
At a young age is it fair to breathe
in the oxygen anyway?

My inner language is sense
and i haven't been making
much of it.

My inner language is fluidity
sprinting through my veins
i feel it most when the asphalt
and my face collide
The ride was worth it
I brush myself off
And get moving once again