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They keep throwing things at my face Running away from this toxic place. I plead and ask for a confrontation... Nothing to do but accept this mutation. They've been away now, for far too long Maybe it's me, that they see is wrong. I never deserved this kind of treatment, but it's what they do for their own entertainment. I know I'm human, not a toy nor a pet, but it's all the cruelty and the insults I get; Snickering and bickering at my every detriment Always saying: I'm just a failed experiment. They won't come near me, never again. The terror in their eyes, they'll forever retain Seeing the beast that I've now become The wrath I've held in, I finally succumbed.
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC
In This Toxic Wasteland
They keep throwing things at my face Running away from this toxic place. I plead and ask for a confrontation... Nothing to do but accept this mutation. They've been away now, for far too long Maybe it's me, that they see is wrong. I never deserved this kind of treatment, but it's what they do for their own entertainment. I know I'm human, not a toy nor a pet, but it's all the cruelty and the insults I get; Snickering and bickering at my every detriment Always saying: I'm just a failed experiment. They won't come near me, never again. The terror in their eyes, they'll forever retain Seeing the beast that I've now become The wrath I've held in, I finally succumbed.
They gave me things I never really needed. And took all the things I needed the most. © Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC
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