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What am I ..!?

"One of Gods own prototypes"

One of his weirdest broken toys.

A very strange character,

An even stranger boy.

 

Made to help, dream, love and smile. 

Made to love for eternity and dream for miles.

Made to live and suffer along..

Always looking strong.. always, with a smile.

 

Wish I was walking on the moon..

Perhaps, the lack of gravity would take away the weight of the pain.

 

A pain that has been carried for too long,

A pain that doesn't get weaker as life goes on,

A pain that destroys your heart and weakens your brain.

That takes all your feelings and hopes away,

Until you feel nothing.. nothing, but the same old pain.

 

Ohhh moon.. Hope I get there any time soon..

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Mar 4, 2013
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