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Nov 2015
Boys and girls of every creed,
Wouldn't you rather fight than believe?
Take our hands and refuse to die,
Come with us to The Outside.

This is The Outside.
It's our world, and everybody bleeds,
It's the place where we can be free.

I am the one with the ice cold glare,
A blink of my eyes can freeze the air.
I am the one with the demon soul,
My heart torn by choice and my spirit unwhole.

The Outside is where we call home,
Once you know, you can never go.

I am the one with the needle in my skin,
Lethal injection brings the feeling within.
I am the one with the opened up arms,
Hope and discretion disguised by the scars.

It's our world, and nobody understands,
But that's okay, we just do what we can.

I am the one with the sightless eyes,
Can't see through my enemy's lies.
I am the one with the cut-out tongue,
Words trying to escape are trapped in my lungs.

The Outside is where we call home,
Once you know, you can never go.
Alex Kuntz
Written by
Alex Kuntz  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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