UsEleSS cHiLD
No longer HeLPleSS
No longer UsEleSS
Time to have purpose
Time to contribute.
Not enough time
Nor not enough energy
Pushing through to create
And inspire the world.
Perhaps my works of art
Perhaps my Internet persona
Will become my destiny
As I continue my studies.
What a UsEleSS cHiLD
What a UsEleSS cHiLD
I cannot rely on others
Or that will cost me my life.
The real world is dangerous
What a shitty place to be in
That is why my artistic drawings
Will help me grow up
Making the world a better place.
No longer helpless
No longer useless
Time to have purpose
Time to contribute.
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