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Born without a manual, or any kind of instruction, persay.
Built on initiative, examples, mistakes, raised on here say.
Watched, cried, ignored, left at thirteen, thought I was grown.
Control,loss,fear,and rules to life and pain, so few to what I was shown.
Craziness in a tornado chasing me , I see clearly. What I can become.
But I write chose, leave, believe and dream, I am another one.
Different. But the same,I can go this way, seems dark in alone.
Or get trapped in that bright hole,where u fall, tell the truth is shown.
Divided still,my familys in that hole,I can only save me. it isn't right.
Tried to change their minds when we were on that street,but I've lost site.
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