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Mar 2020
You can throw me
Right into the wall,
But I’ll still walk
Right down the hall

Your scratching stick,
And that scarring stone
Every day you’ve thrown.
I was always on my own,
Now those scars are my throne.

Swimming through the ocean,
I’m a duck, sleeping in the open.
But the teeth will soon bear,
You’re not the only one to rip and tear.

I’ve also got subtle flair.
I wish I could’ve fought back. Then I wouldn’t have been beaten up as much. The name calling was fine, but it wasn’t fun when I’d get beat up day after day.
Adrian
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Adrian  17/M/Wherever I May Roam
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