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And Thats What Makes Me Me

Poetry By: City Of Evil
True confessions


Submitted:Mar 19, 2011    Reads: 54    Comments: 8    Likes: 4   

It seems as though I just cant take it
Its seems as though Ill never win
I cannot play the game of life
When Ive lived a life of sin
Atheistic views define me
Atheisms all ive known
Grew up with no gods protection
Grew up in a broken home
Fighting's all ive seen beside me
Fighting's all ive ever done
Fighting is what ease the sorrows
Fighting battles two on one
So pushing on and pushing harder
Watch the wheels go round n' round
No one ever sees it coming
As their bodies hit the ground.
You want some news you want a warning
Run and hide, just hide from me.
Violence is what is coming.
Violence helps make me me
I have changed, I know this now.
I feel so different than before
And though I think I must be finished
I know that im changing more.
So don't stop by and try to help me
I don't really need a friend
Id rather life alone
And I will deal untill the end


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