Retard
Thanks for the name
Though I'm so much more
You'll never know the endless love
In this life God has for me in store
Sticks and stones
May break my bones
And words hit hard
When they come from false thrones
You'll never understand
Why I am the way I am
Neither will I but here lies the gap
I love who I am and do what I can
To love Gods creation
Haters included
Since you of all people should know what its like
To feel cut off from the world and completely secluded
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