Boy Meet Evil.
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Before i start, you need to know.
Somethings been on my chest and i can't wait to let go.
so listen right and hear what needs to be cleared.
From chest to mind this is what i need to succeed!
I was a prey to people on streets.
Who thought it'll be funny to pick on me.
They laughed and mocked, until they seen me bleed.
Left me alone, as i didn't hesitate to scream.
Stains on concrete as my heart skips a beat.
Risk i take every step of the way, is one guy who seemed to always be dead meat!
Bell by bell, day by day you'll see me smile then a second you look away...
I've disappeared.
Who is always been called weird, yes that's me.
I wish i could just appear as someone i used to be.
But you see, i've always been like this.
Appearing in different circumstances proving i have FEAR.
Afraid of people, afraid that i'm big.
Overweight is just a thing.
So love yourself as you dig right in.
The poem i tell "boy meet evil."
Is based on a guy who was lonely as a pickle.
Stories i share shall always be colourful, as a packet of skittles.
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