Stray dogs even bark cause i carry the dirty bag on my back
The only mistake that i did was running away at small age from home
Spray fragrance at the park is what I can't do when i pick to pack
The only mistake that I do is thinking to convert this city to rome
Dirty looks never fail to eye me as if I am the culprit about to jail
The only mistake that I noticed is not having a family forcing me to come
Filthy words always nail as if I am the sole reciever of the thunderous hail
The only mistake that I felt is wandering around the cruelty filled dome
Gate harshly you bang as if I am the member of the deadly gang
The only mistake that I dream is the world as depicted in the tome
Hate deeply with fang all I have been facing to let this life to hang
The only mistake that I film is the path as being smooth as claimed by some
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drniran (
Offline) - Published: October 28th, 2025 04:32
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Gritty and raw a feeling of being alone and unwanted. Displaced with no home. A sense of sadness and isolation fills this piece
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