Which Way Is the Way Out?
I wish I was a ghost,
So no one would notice me.
I want you to love me,
That's contradictory.
Our streets met,
And I got out as soon as I could.
How come things go bad,
When they are beginning to go good?
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David L. Hawkins III
A Christian poet and victim of bullying. Through my writing I hope to shine my own light through this dark world we live in.
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