I hate them
They don't get me
They call me a retard
A retard
Just because I can't communicate
Sure I spaz
But I can't help that
If I could maybe I would
But I can't
They call me cruel
And mean
But I can't tell
Who's mad
Who's sad
Who's glad
It's just too hard for me
Why do we have emotions anyway?
They only seem to
Get in
My
Way
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Pestilence
PoetryA collection of poems about the true horror of many deadly diseases and disorders spawned from the depths of jungles around the world. Pestilence investigates plagues from bygone days such as Black Death which ravaged Europe from 1330 B.C. to 1600 B...
