I don't know where my destiny begins to unfold,
I don't know if I'm the one writing my own story,
my life is a mistake, at least that's what I have to think.
The sperm that fertilized the egg of mine was an accident,
A burden for two,
and I was left on a hospital floor.
I was adopted by my "parents" when I was only a baby.
I don't know my real parents, my "biological" makers, I should call them.
I don't know their names, I don't know where they were from, I don't know how old they were,
I know nothing.
Maybe it was better that way, a mystery.
Yet there was a problem,
I didn't know what I would ever be like in the future...
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Burning Myself
PoetryKiera was an adopted daughter into an extremely religious family. She was raised to be "perfect," but that can only last so long... It was her seventeenth birthday when she met Landon-- who she thought was a nice guy, until she learned of his past...
