People push, So I pull what they give
You have to understand the tug on war
You have to grasp the part that has the most grip
Because once you latch on, it's hard to let go
Life is just a mission of finding out who you are
I'm a scar
A Pitt
Dreadful Demise
I'm freaking divergent
I'm a soft towel, that just soaks up a lot of issues
You lied
You played the fiddle
You made songs out of me that was once weak and made it harmony
The song is telling the story from the one who crafted it with second hand information
It's not my story
It's not me
It's all lies
I pull the angry me off and shedded into a happy me.
Change is changing indeed
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Poetry From A Mind Of Growth
PoetryIt's about Androids and Artificial intelligence thinking process and what they might be. Read if you dare and see if you can handle the darkness and shed light on this story
