This place
When I was a kid I
Didn't undersand
Why people
Would beg to leave this place
They would call it boring
and ugly
and terrible
It was only until now that
I understand
It wasn't the place
It was the people
This world we live in
offers such beauty
but its often the people
that make it ugly
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Theonewho'ssad
Every day when I was a little kid I was physically and mentally abused even now it continues but through poetry i can relive my pain and let go for a little bit.
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