when i breath her in, she smells of cupcakes and cookies,
but this story is not about her, its about me and the journey that i have to take.
the one whee she makes me realize something about the status quo and how its horrible wrong, how i should throw up arms and dont settle for less
how i am ok with it but morally i know better
she is my cause for revolution
shes my spark and my rebellion waiting
waiting in me like a gun on the clock waiting to fire that explosive round
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