I Like Writing Poetry The crawl out At a young age you grew up, You seen monsters in disguise, You were fed years of lies, Belived no matter what your a screw up. You were broken, You were emotionally raw, Your scars bled to dull the pain, Things are better left...This is a truncated preview of the original post. Press here to view the full post. Post Comment Receive notifications Add a comment...
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