Arcassin B
Arcassin B
Nov 15, 2014

By Arcassin Burnham



It was,
A school night thinking continuously about the doubts and situations containing what the reason behind my shell that I couldn't break from,
That's how I got the scar from the gymnasium,
Nobody wants a freak,
Like trading me for nuns,
And in the following week,
Away I had to run as fast as I could and never looked back,
Face defeat before as a matter of fact,

Sitting in a open crowded room full of fakes of disaster,
You would think theres nothing wrong with that.

And I'm like oh my gawd,
Oh my gawd,
I'm like oh my gawd,
No body cared so who the hell made you god?

In my past
 
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