I have a different mind that needs to express everything threw poems and all my peoms tell a stroy of my past. A dark past that made me like the dead. The one who lays her head to rest waiting for the life to come back. The one who belongs to all. The one who is forgotton but was known. I go unkown to the world hiding in the dark away from all froms of love. Love distroyed me and made me feel the dark. I seek comfort with God but i don't act like they want me too I am different from all. I am nobody's. I am a person with a heart of a shark. With the feelings of a child. I am a mixed up person who waits in the dark witha story to tell. We all have storys to tell but are waiting for someone to listen. Someone who will not judge but someone who will love.
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