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Nov 2014
Okay here goes.

A lot of people ask why I put my pen to the page
Put my heart into words that don't inspire or engage
Well I write because I know I haven't had the perfect life
And I know others out there can attest to that tonight
But to get to the point I picked up my pen
I was the tender young age of 3 years plus 10
I had a crush on a girl, and it was killing me inside
I couldn't take it anymore, my feelings I could no longer hide
I finally got my nerve, and told her how I felt
I didn't know the rough hand I'd be dealt.
I got teased relentlessly, with no qualms on the matter
my heart was ripped out, against the floor I felt it splatter,
ever since I've found it hard to open up,
except through these words I've found solace and as such
I dedicated my pen to those kids that ever got picked on or hurt
NeroameeAlucard did it, you can drag your name from the dirt
NeroameeAlucard
Written by
NeroameeAlucard  Chicago Illinois
(Chicago Illinois)   
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