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Sep 2014
everything*  is  different  now;  
                        ­                                                   its edging on
                                                                ­           two whole years
                                                           ­                with out the tears
                                                                ­           of being beaten down  
                                                                ­           by cold hearted kids
                                                            ­               who couldnt find themselves
                                                      ­                     and took it out
and now i feel                                                    on me.
a pathetic remorse
for the scars
all those
lost souls
left on my legs,
my hips, my arms;
but not for me
                          for  them.
                                                     because
                                                       ­                    how lacking of love
                                                                ­           all your lives must have been
                                                            ­               for you to punch me,
                                                                ­           and scream
                                                                ­           painful lies in my ears
                                                                ­           for you to kick me,
                                                             ­              and use your nails
                                                           ­                and pencils to tear
                                                                ­           cuts crying red
                                                                ­           upon my pale skin.          
Oh, i feel worse
for all of you
then i do for myself;
because id never do
an innocent life
so wrong
and youll never
be able to retract
what you've done.
Patience
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Patience
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   Alexis A and ryn
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