aboutmylife
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A purpose runs in my veins
, shines onto my flaws, though it cleans
A pale of when, a pale of what happened
I, as a child was molested
I, as a child was bullied
I leave the world with my most prized possession.
My heart.
That beats to the rhythm of all
caging their feelings
selflessly forgetting its own purpose.
