I think of myself as a robot
Whom by their words is controlled
Actually, I am a stranger to my very own
And I'm still finding the right road
I tend to believe on what they say
Their words made bruises that don't fade away
It made scars that even time can't heal
Indeed I am wounded; wounded yet still fighting
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50 Random Notes
PoetryWords are being fit together to create lines, Lines that sound better in a stanza, Stanzas that will try to creep in your hearts, And these are my random poems, my random notes. -Q "With God, everything is possible"
