I wasn't born this way,
Somewhere we learn to think,
That isn't god given but earned,
Through this,
All this indescribableness,
We became ourselves,
No can ever change that,
This is the comedy police,
Sadness clown,
And never forgotten crystal shaman,
We are the reflection of life we have lived,
The life that is ment to live,
In order to heal our soul again,
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Author:
Blue Dental Squirrel (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 19th, 2017 02:28
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