This is likely to become my longest list, as I have been through a lot over the last 30 years. Bullying, addiction and loss are familier to me.
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Who am I?
I am the child of five, -
Let me be!
But not as you desire. -
Oh yes, the labels echantment is cast,
Like a brick to my brain the thought is there, -
Death to the pretty of this world!
Moths from the crysallis, -
Cough cough! lies all lies,
Yes, they were told by me. -
The child sits alone on the banks of a river,
Warmed by the sun, at peace with the world. -
She was the hand to which I clung,
Even as my grip was returned.
