Countless times a wasted sin:
When Satan forms a different kin
Without remorse or dignity
I followed he who severed me
While all my actions were condemned
I knew my cause was just
But pure intention means nothing
To eyes scorned by disgust
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Unique.
I like it very much. It's kind of like "I want to know why and kind of don't." and "I wish you'd change" kind of thing. Get what i mean? hah. It's different, and it's nice to see something every now and again that doesn't say "why weren't you there, i thought you cared", or something along those lines that you see all the time. Very nice though and either way it's a wonderful peice and I'm glad you shared it. Keep writing.
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Too Right!... I get that feeling from my family... you dion't belong... you disgust them... I bet I din't get this at all right?... sorry... GREAT POEM though.
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To get it right, to get it wrong, so different, yet exactly the same in the sense that you see the way you see. I'm glad that, whether your perception of it is the same as mine or not, we can both see the way we see. Thanks for reading and commenting x
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