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All these words are spoken,
promises are finally broken reminiscing on the days when I was younger… pity always finding myself in the hospital, in a corridor. ~~~~∆~~~~ Life seemed so collateral …I went through unimaginable, events in my life, that left me morbid. kind of like as a glass, you could see right through it!  ~~~~∆~~~~ ;Yes I was a very sick boy… always found  strength in the eyes of my mother. Too bad I never had an older brother. Who could tell me all the things that I really should avoid.  ~~~~∆~~~~ Yes! Bullied was I as a kid, never stayed a month in a place then we moved. Always felt unloved… But that’s about the few things that I hid. ~~~~∆~~~~ They say they forge the hardest battles for a warrior, but I wish I could’ve slept in a sarcophagus , so I could wake up years later …not to face the many wars.
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