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Akilah

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

1 poem·Since June 2013
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Hell

June 17, 2013
One stroke My childhood on fire One time Iwas disconnected from the world like wires 1rst time They called me a liar Too many times But he did this to me He made me freeze Like arctic water It made me cold Like December It made me weak The only thing I could do Was not remember And not speak I felt so cold Like dancing in the wind I got drunk on sorrow The many rules I bent I asked God "Why?" I didn't get a reply I had only been alive for 10 years And I felt like I was going to die Sometimes I thought childishly that the world isn't so bad For the experiences I've had I should be glad No To Hell with my optimistic views of humanity The crucification of my sanity Looked into the mirror and couldn't believe this was me One day out of 10 years A ew epiphany of my worst fears And I've cried too many tears Because of You I don't know if you had some psychological derision But what you have done has catapulted me into a phantasm of uncertainty A purgatory of what is real and what if fictionality Yes I am evil Yes I am cold One touch The amputation of my soul He was the Devil I became the Demon From Heaven I fell Into my own little realm of Hell
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