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FIGHT, FLIGHT OR FLAW
Not a collection of people, but a collection of judges They say it’s just a phase, you’re just a quiet girl Rehearsals with shivering hands and soaked up eyes Hot flush throughout the nerves Confidence cracking under imagined flaws Crushed paper scripts, Silenced calls and unsent replies Peace in dreams, panic at dawn Repeated labels, rehearsed into habit Accessories worn like Armor, Every word measured before release. Vanishing into the dark, Where the mind storms in silence Constant longing for acceptance Beautiful eyes that never stay long enough to be seen Hope begins quietly, In the courage of small changes. Advice arrives dressed as easy answers, Courage offered like loose change, As if will alone could steady the shaking, They hear only what fits their frame

Falsetto, Multilingual Vocals, Moderate (76-108 BPM), Rap Vocals, Rap Vocals, Singing-Rapping (Melodic Rap)