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Feb 2020
its almost as if my skin wasn't made to fit
engineered by an amateur
a prototype by god himself

i am bits & pieces
scraps from his better inventions
i am a product of his environment
where my heart became prone to breakage
my brain, susceptible to illness

i stopped working
and like the rest
he threw me out
very very rough draft because i don't know how to get my thoughts in order
Written by
isla  17/F/erdbeerfelder
(17/F/erdbeerfelder)   
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     Bogdan Dragos and Perry
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