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 Sep 2014 Bethany Clarke
Born
Saints
 Sep 2014 Bethany Clarke
Born
Let me tell you something you don't know
or maybe you do

Earth  is a place of many wonders
You meet people with the worst immorals
girls lose virginity
crooks are born
gangs formed
and president's
well I don't know much about that

Now am on to something!
pay attention

Very determined to wear a 'piece' of cloth
**** doesn't begin to describe you
the world has lured you
now you  feel like immortal

Getting wasted
vomiting on the pavement
club fights
one night stands in the alley

Your father cannot begin to digest that you drink
go to a night club
or even not the child he raised to be a saint







.
*The exuberance of youth leaves very little room for boredom
a card! any card!
For which one you will pick I have already discard!
I am an Illusion,
And I am sorry about the confusion
But I have studied the mind and know every movement
I can disappear and behold in my very hand, not the card you picked but a shell covered in sand,
I am swimming with the sharks
Mouth full of razorblades
Chained to the ocean floor with materials no man has made
I am an escape artist!
I live to lives at once
And I haven't slept in months!

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