Contributor: Instamint

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In all
My years
Of living,
The lines
I drew
As a
Child, are
For the
First time,
Blurred. I
Cannot see
The boundaries.
My morals,
My mind
Are blurred.
You pushed
Me farther
Than I
Could have
Ever imagined.
And now,
Now you
Say you
Don't know
Me, but
You see
This monster?
It was
Your
Creation.


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I write because I feel happy when I do, I can say what I want with out being shunned. From Glasgow, Scotland.
-Instamint.