Identify Myself
Was a boy,was a girl,
was killed at some point.
I was stuttering
or laughing,
never quite able
to neither tell
nor understand the joke.
Was polite once,
forgot to open my eyes,
found pieces of myself
where they didn't belong.
Pause.
Breathe.
Scream.
Poetry by True Words Embellished
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Written on 2007-05-11 at 20:08
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