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I'm Sorry


Growin up all I had was me

No trust in people,

Who pity me.

No trust in people,

Who threw jabs at me.

My trust was in me.

 

 

Go ahead and call me a coward

For keeping quiet

When they left me;

For keeping quiet

When they were in America;

For keeping quiet

While I was in Africa.

 

Go ahead and call me a coward

For keeping quiet when they came back

Because this time they took me

with them...

 

Belief they didn't want me;

They didn't tell me other wise.

In reality,

they couldn't keep me.

And I hated them for it.

 

I hated them because I was bullied.

I hated them for leaving me behind.

I hated them because I was alone.

I hated them for their sacrifices.

 

 

I'm not like you

And I'm sorry.

 

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ajoaetwi
<p>This wasn&#39;t very good, but I learned to stand up for myself instead of staying quiet and I learned that forgivness is a gift.</p><p>&nbsp;</p>

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