I am the guide of inspiration (I am the daughter of Zeus) a muse.
I sit here awaiting my crash landing, Every part of my body is tence. Screaming inside: where are you! I need to be free. Free me, why can no one free me? I stop.......am I free already? I have lifted my chains. I have broke free from my eternal prison. I am now numb. I need a guide. Who will guide me? I stop....I am my own guide! I have walked the path. I did it alone. No one to guide me but myself. Again I am numb. I need love. Who will love me? I stop.....I will love me. I have created who I am. I love who I am. There for I love me. I need a muse. I stop......I am my muse. I am the guide of inspiration. I have inspired myself to grow, learn and teach. I no longer need to wait for my crash landing. There will be no such thing. My body is at ease. I am now screamin inside: Where have I been the whole time of torment? I have been here the whole time hiding behind your eyes.
-Beautiful Pollution
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