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I AM...THE CHANGE


Eyes shut -

unaware of the surrondings

In the slums of a metalic hut

born out of womb a weak runt

Human chracteristics

Its part of my anatomy 

My mind, body, soul a walking tragedy

Born into something called reality

Fourteen years -

My death seems near 

Friends of blue say its in the rear 

Taking a closer look enemies of red state "My dear"

No where to go

No purpose to see

The only way out

Its meant to be

Lost in a realm

Found by Dr. Laim

Mentored to from torment

Opened my principles door and met

Smile 

Kind

Friendly

Giving

His human anatomy 

Changing my mentality

Sixteen-

Education

Reduced of its complexicty as a nation

Color blind in the mind

No need to hide

Seeing the truth of the anatomy

Humans are the same but different in personality

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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