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  1. Real name: Inna 2. Nickname: don't have 3. Favorite color: purple  4. Male or female: female 5. Elementary school: ps255 6. Middle school: Cunningham 7. High school: Madison  8. College: bc 9. Natural Hair color: dirty blond  10. Tall or short: average 11. Sweats or jeans: jeans 12. Phone or camera: cam 13. Health freak: used to be 14. Orange or apple: orange 15. Do you have a crush on someone: in books now 16. Guy friends or girl friends: both 17. Piercings: ears 18. Pepsi or coke: either as long as it's Diet 19. Have you been in an airplane: many times 20. Have you been in a relationship: yes 21. Have you been in a car accident: just a fender bender 22. Have you been in a fist fight: yes 23. First piercing: ears 24.Best Friend: Angie and David  25. First award: school 26. First crush: misty Pokemon 27. First word: agoo? 28. Any talent: crochet, garden, knit, writing, resourceful 29. Last person you talked to: Angie now 30. Last person you texted: Angie no...

 Signs- everywhere open my eyes  sighs- are they real or lies?  Blind, can't see or hear better off  hide- what use am I to me laugh off  all the crap slap on the wrist never comes  the repercussions are worse  of course you grow older I saw too much  touch the surface of destiny  felt like I lived it all but was it another life  felt to me like real life so why  live it if I already knew the pleasures  and outcomes speed and urgency  thinking there's a prize at the end of  complacency or the end of understanding  meant to mend My wounds  but they didn't come about for I did not  live at all live at all memories of shame  hidden as a talent to self alone  broken cords of life that led me to a highways of impossible possibilities  they are allowed unlike your caged  feeling seething in fortitude of signs  you I can't decipher might I be a fighter  once more a tryer braver ki...

 Lonely road  I am tired I am up  I was up but I fucked up I am fire I am ice  I can't see with both my eyes I only see lies,I pronounce me dead  I'm numb to all that's in my head Bled it out and saw no purpose Compose on sense, nonsense Blonde moments, focus is gone Loneliness took over fully Bully myself and rule me into the Outlook Of newness, blew the opportunity And saw none ever again, blame it on sense Blame it on games I don't know rules to anymore Candy store of my life, aching more Blaming for the intensity of situations Relations out the window And famous to be in the rear of my mirror, such dreams That I could never again get to Meant to but forgot the road Then hoped that it turned into itself on its own  Roads didn't do that, they are steared Feared that the direction is wrong So I stopped the wheel, took out the key And threw it so far that I couldn't remember the placement Enhanced the erasement. Statement of the century Blaming me for my ow...

 One touch edge, one time sledge, into  Trenches you fall  What a day you take away all the climbing from all Into the fence I break all collisions decisions seem to be out the door floor was so slippery dipping me into gross circumstance wish I said I hate What I like so much I thought a Crutch was too obvious to you that I was in pools of tears for most of my life I'm A lush for oblivious obstruction  Induction in the hall of conjunctions Blunt is so much of a Way that I stayed in the middle  Waiting for crashes to fiddle with my life line Blind now but how is it so hard to convince myself it's ever gonna end? I guess I'll try again  Blended with mockery of my life Like I was ever right Guess I'll try to stand with bended knees in sand Looking for a sink hole to throw in my all ...

 Willing to be dangerous  hanging around surrounding  that only beat up my intuition  intentions be damned i sign. in the sand the SOS is the same  but no one to see the message of despair  oh contraire ur ship is calling  but it's afloat no longer it screams for color  it sees no other it's coming ashore  no one to help anymore  it's just u and the moon and the sun and the ground  it can be the leaves talking but u hear no sound  u just keep on walking keep talking  and joking about how ur life became a token  of gracious and diligent design  to come screwed up on ways you couldn't imagine  and running for cover was not in the memo  u thought u could let go  u thought breaking free  was all it was my need to be mended  was met with demands and I shudder  and u stutter and stop at a drop  of a coin you  were born to feel illness  and choke on the rope. 

 Some day somehow Understand then. find your  rebound. Find ur voice fine it sound so loud u can't see what u are you can only see the best ways of doing things u used to do without thinking listen to reason and go in the wrong direction hesitant and blinded by all the woke people the spoke people the rope heaves u up to the heavens and tighten ur view on the world never looking. Back but sooth ur stack of hypervigilent outcomes loud as you can be but now the loud voice is unheard and whispered are savoured flavor of the sound you need to be gentle no more reason to fling about ur outcome of trauma just some of the blinding reveals that you are wha u were given in life and it appetite seized cause it was unflavorable seeable edible you couldn't even chew up ur emotions they screwed em up for you and left u dumbfounded surrounded by uneasy circumstances chances were taken away and flinching was to ur dismay a common occurrence pure as can be with darkest of clouds hanging abo...