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Well i grew up in group homes and foster care and what not.. i look at the world/earth alot differently than others. that is good and bad. but anyways i love writing poetry. and yeah. that is why i am on this website. |
You hide it when it is bare to the eye
But mysteries from a cold heart lie...
Eyes off in the distance, No expression on my face
Lost in the air, no regret to replace...
No words can describe how I turly feel
All I know is my fake is experencing real...
I can't image, I can't define
Is it all in my wondrous mind...
He laid down, he ached for rest
He had confusion, and was overwhelmed with stress...
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"Your so fake you dont believe its real." |
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Without death.. theres no life. |