The Greatest Story Never Told

January 6, 2015

For as long as i lived on this planet i still haven't found myself

I feel as if I'm different from all the books on the self

Behind brown eyes lies a heart made of gold

Yet people underestimate and hated

now hiding behind shadows

residing my end before it comes

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