This walk i take every day
Be it saturday or Sunday
Here i play and talk and study
I love my teacher and my friends
My life is perfect as it was meant to be...
Stop! This freaking poem is only true everyone else. Not me...
This walk i take everyday
Be it Saturday or sunday
Be it pain or fever
Be it death or viral i take this walk everyday where my feet burns n pieces shatter from me
Here i play with my wrist hands on knife and watch my skin bleed
Here i talk to my mind all day long
Maybe because I've got no one?
I hate my teachers but i love my friends... My friends are whom i play with and i hope you know who i play with. I carry my favourite blade with me everyday i walk to this shitty place.
My life sucks in the dungeon and i hate word perfect. I never deserved this i deserved better but maybe the things don't deserve me as it was never meant to be. No I'm not a kid. I'm not a man. I'm just a boy who wanted his life back
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Based on true life story.
Parental advice may be needed after 3-4 chapters.
Xoxo
The boy,
Atmia.
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