Rip my paper but I can still

create poetry in my head.

I'll remember the words forever,

the words of hate and sorrow.

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Rip my heart and I'll try

to raise my head up and be strong.

But it's not working, is it?

I'm falling to my knees in defeat.

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Rip my paper, rip my heart

to little shreds and little pieces.

They're floating in the wind,

carried across the world.

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Rip my paper, rip my heart

but you can never rip my dreams.