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simply


I was simply

made

in fire

hand crafted

by the powers that be

by the power and hands that were meant to rock me

simply made

to be 

a victim of my circumstances

simply made 

to break the cycle

 

Fire and lead

and the shivering cold

hours and hours and hours alone

simply cold

 

I have learned to fear the cold

and the darkness it spreads

the truth it 

 

brings

 

unlike my friends 

who look like me

I know who is my true 

enemy 

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