Get me out of this box. I feel so claustrophobic in here. Leave your labels, leave with no vision. Hear my voice and feel with your ears. I'm no soul girl,I'm just my God given name. I'm not becoming expectations. I'M NOT HER AND NEVER WILL BE. Two girls going in different directions, striving towards the same galaxy. I'll let my star light shine on its own. I'm sorry if this planet that I'm living on is quizzical and ambitions sometimes don't ring a bell. I'm sorry if my visual don't line up with my feelings and my physical exhibit doesn't represent me well. I'm sorry if I'm curious, delirious, and I don't take life serious. I'm sorry if I'm talking shit but I really do mean well. [I really do] We got a long, long moon to glow ... a long road to travel. I gotta dream to keep my eyes open.
<3 norma jean
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