Being born and scorned
by religion
what they said things should be
Damn Love, is just that
Love of
things we don't comprehend until
Though grown, I shutter and replay
simple days
times where time cared for nothing
Now, I am told to be
hard working, educated
loving, caring, exemplary of a man
But till I build my
whatever I should be building
I may never truly know
Being born;
Was I told?
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