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i watch children run and play,
but me i have a bad day,
people tease and taunt the broken.
my autisum was my god given token,
i was almost taken from my mom by doctors,
they saw me bad and broken,
i was saved but my past hunts me,
i grew fragile and hatful lonesome,
people try to help but they can't understand,
i am so broken my mind has been shatered,
you can't chage what was raised to hate,
this is me i'm a mistake,
the only reson i live on,
is my perouse to make things happy even when i'm gone,
i stick around for those who matter most,
even if im broken it gives me pourpose,
if you were broken what would you do,
tis my story and it is all true....
- by alfred f jones 9 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/16/2013 |
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- Title: broken child in broken world
- Artist: alfred f jones 9
- Description: this is my life with asburgers syndrome and the pain i went through i was a angry and scard till age 11 at age 8 they tried to take me away from my mom to a hospital where later we herd people got raped also i was bullied alot and learned to hate my self as a child i got bettter plese coment onthis and say what would u feel if you grew up to hate yourself and can't change...
- Date: 11/16/2013
- Tags: broken chilldren broken
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