Poem 17
Why don't people understand just a little girl with a plan my conscience ran as he didn't know how I felt I wish he understood that my feelings are set up in a unlock-able safe where it takes a long time before you find the right entrance...
That entrance is my heart, my heart don't beat it sparks, as the blood pumps into my ice cold veins I realise that I am not human...
Out of this world they call it a UFO they presume but what is the real name? and if I am not human what do I call myself... Sooo lost I don't even know myself the pain I can't go through it
2012 I knew it.
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Author:
Nas (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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