Wrong And Right - Poem by Michael Buchanan
i cant feel a thing, beat me more, knock me to the floor, nothing new, everything is true, your always right, beat me bloody just like every other night. you cant give me a fright, not no more, every since 4, i feel like a fish on the shore, i dont belong but cant get away by myself and noone seems to want to help, like ice cream in the sun to mealt ending of ice, like rolling the dice. cant win always loose, no way to choose.
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