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￭ (in the doorway)
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2017-08-12 | |
All these words are spoken,
promises are finally broken
reminiscing on the days when I was younger…
pity always finding myself in the hospital, in a corridor.
Life seemed so collateral
…I went through unimaginable,
events in my life, that left me morbid.
kind of like as a glass, you could see right through it!
;Yes I was a very sick boy…
always found strength in the eyes of my mother.
Too bad I never had an older brother.
Who could tell me all the things that I really should avoid.
Yes! Bullied was I as a kid,
never stayed a month in a place then we moved.
Always felt unloved…
But that’s about the few things that I hid.
They say they forge the hardest battles for a warrior,
but I wish I could’ve slept in a sarcophagus ,
so I could wake up years later
…not to face the many wars.
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