Nov 2016
Why do you only see them?
Why do you always pick them?
Why do you talk to only them?

I'm not pretty like her her her her or her so I have to work hard
I'm not good as him him him or him so I have to be better,
I don't have your favor so I have to be on your best behavior

Where are you when they need you, I heal them, I fix them not you so you owe me you owe me a million times more, I see their pain. I feel their pain I patch their pain with pieces of me,

They live to please you and they beg you as they scream for you not to please  leave

You built all this from the darkness and I was raised from by the darkness,,
Zeus
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Zeus  20/M/Lusaka, Zambia
(20/M/Lusaka, Zambia)   
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   Ashley and LostInDreamsJW
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