People are not born the way they are
Humans are made to be what they are
With our choices
Or the people that raised us
Some who was hit
Will be the abuser or the abused
The raped or the rapist
We create ourselves.
The people who raised you,
Created you
And yet
We can't help but what to be someone else
To not turn out like our parents
Just like they don't want you to be
But yet
We still believe that people are born evil
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ØVERTHINKING
PoetryØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
