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Poison within

Many people say I’m gifted

But my gifts are always wasted,

For I can’t find any use for it,

I’m stuck in a room and just sit.

How odd, my childhood full of highs,

But now it’s all lows and sighs.

It seems I am not really growing up,

I have ambitions but I’m not at the top.

I remember when dad was here,

Back then I didn’t know what is fear,

But now it’s where I am living in,

Circulation of the poison within.

Feb.27 2015

R.I.P. (Radical. Immortal. Poetry.)

see full book: Radical.Immortal.Poetry (RIP)

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★Born again Christian ★BS Tourism Graduate ★Artist ★Musician ★Poet/Writer ★Bookworm ★Japanophile ★Choleric/Melancholic #LittleBlackStar

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