his childhood was stripped from him
not just that but his home
the candle light is growing dim
because now he is alone
no family to which he can run
no one calls him or his phone
he knows he's lost and knows he's done
slowly turning into bones
the story is sad but the story is true
you can choose to believe
but just to be honest with you
that lost child is me
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Author:
Mr,apocalapse (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Can totally relate as my tears are flowing. Glad to have discovered your words.
there are more like us than there should be
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