and the game starts abode
by their eyes they hold
through thy stares shot
seems a creepy-fake mot
i don't give a fck
ain't sorry for being numb
i was once dumb
how i wish i've got luck
thanks for the prejudice
yet still blazing in own thee
fighting for 'my' principle
don't care for u, ugly cripple
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Poems Collection
PoetryA collection of poems made by docilejuvenile. Some were written before while others just popped out from the mind of writer. Just a skosh truth and not! :)
