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Dec 9
Temple of doom
A locked room
A spark walking
On the edge
Of darkness
Bounded by rules
Surrounded by fools
Achieve achieve
Bad behaviours
Lies to deceive
I was a clown
A chameleon
Wanting to be found
Right and wrong
Don’t flow in my blood
Always stuck never
Understood
Childhood based on fear
My brain being a
Complex sphere
Life a circus, my big top
Never did go to thee
Education shop
When I was young
Life was not clean
See I died
When nearly thirteen.
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
18
 
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