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Adopted

All alone within my room
pieces of my life fading out
as the music blares.
I want nothing to do with
the people who were chosen to
be my family. There is nothing
I'd rather do than be rid of
them. My life is hard
but yet it could be harder.
Yet why do they always

have to throw religion
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Vaughn Bekker 26 May 2010

good poem, hectic topic, good one

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