My Past
In the past I was insulted, people call me freak, monster, demon from hell, now I'm out of the past, the present has more possibilities I am out of the place called school, the school I knew is dead now hell rules the grounds.
My Past
In the past I was insulted, people call me freak, monster, demon from hell, now I'm out of the past, the present has more possibilities I am out of the place called school, the school I knew is dead now hell rules the grounds.
lucindaclaire commented on My Past
12-18-2009
whiteoleander commented on My Past
12-04-2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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