I am an unhappy child

I am an unhappy child

Paint me a pretty picture, I’ll smile for a while, Then turn around and remember I’m an unhappy child. Unhappy with myself. Unhappy with the world. Unhappy with my choices. Unhappy with the voices. Unhappy that I’m wild. For I am an unhappy child. Some say children are blind to love. That they do not […]

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