Outcast
Outcast
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I've finally figured out what I am and why I'm here
To use a metaphor I'm a punching bag
And everyone wants a shot
I know a thousand ways to kill
But I won't, it's wrong, just as it's wrong
To take shots at others in any or all aspects
Were not god so follow the rules, or maybe not
But all in all one word describes me
Outcast
Copyright © Edward Ford | Year Posted 2010
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