My parents left me,
And I'm the one to blame. My parents had a perfect life,
Till the day I came.
They could party,
And they could have fun. But then,
I was born-And all they did was run.
They say you can't run from problems-But my parents did.
They just wanted love,
But they didn't want a kid. But I just want to be loved, And I just want to have friends.
I want to be happy,
And I don't want this to be how it ends-But this is just how it is.
I've gotten used to it.
I had a chance to have parents,
But apparently-I blew it.
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My Perspective
PuisiLIFE IS, A series of events Strung together Like a phrase of a sentence Forever changing & Forever adapting. Turn the page & Read on.
