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Inside the heart of a predator Lives a little boy Who once had Dreams And Hopes And Laughter And Love? Someone once announced his birth, Someone once threw a Party in honor of his life, someone   Once told him good job! Someone once must have Cared? (of course, I'm only assuming) At what point did The sweet, glowing, iridescent Boy transform into the Dark, murky, violent Monster? What childhood Nightmare haunted Him so terribly that it Had the strength to Relentlessly push him Across the Delicate threshold From innocent to Sociopath? Or....was it just Always There? We’ve all been Dealt some unsavory Cards in life. Some of us use our Unlucky hands as Weapons of Destruction. Some of us use our Unlucky hands as Torches, lighting a Path of Courage and Rebirth For others to Follow. The predator uses his Bad luck as a group Of thugs protecting His heart. Yet, within his past Lives the Remedy for his Darkest demons. All he needs Is the courage To face it. But, predators Would rather stay Hidden in the Dark. - erika anne
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Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC
Was It Just Always There?
Inside the heart of a predator Lives a little boy Who once had Dreams And Hopes And Laughter And Love? Someone once announced his birth, Someone once threw a Party in honor of his life, someone   Once told him good job! Someone once must have Cared? (of course, I'm only assuming) At what point did The sweet, glowing, iridescent Boy transform into the Dark, murky, violent Monster? What childhood Nightmare haunted Him so terribly that it Had the strength to Relentlessly push him Across the Delicate threshold From innocent to Sociopath? Or....was it just Always There? We’ve all been Dealt some unsavory Cards in life. Some of us use our Unlucky hands as Weapons of Destruction. Some of us use our Unlucky hands as Torches, lighting a Path of Courage and Rebirth For others to Follow. The predator uses his Bad luck as a group Of thugs protecting His heart. Yet, within his past Lives the Remedy for his Darkest demons. All he needs Is the courage To face it. But, predators Would rather stay Hidden in the Dark. - erika anne
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Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC
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