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I find I


I come from a beautiful pain

Birthed from an intense passion

I arose from the blood and organs of another.

I took my first breath to the aroma of iron

I screamed because it was abnormal

I shook because the atmosphere was not warm

I knew there was nothing but coldness to await

I was left

I was born again but this time I was aware

My mothers mind was not there

She was taken from me

It was cold, I was young, I was lost

My naiveness guarded me but my heart plagued me

My father had left me, his mind was not there

It belonged to a drug

I was small and needed

I was born again

To abuse from strangers

I was cold

I was scared

Fear griped me

Well meaning people pretended

I could see right through them

I was cold

I was untrusting

I was born again

My mind was instituted

Structure warmed me

But I was cold

Dreams were born of my soul

They warmed me

Fighting, it warmed me

Fighting for me, warmed me

I would never leave me

I would not be cold

I would always be loved

and I would always

extend a hand and offer a blanket

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