Sat, 03/22/2014 - 19:28 -- shaq175


I am not yet grown but i do have a mind

Like a canvas with a painter i am drawing my own picture

let me live as i believe not as you choose 

for you are like the the eraser of a line yet to be drawn 

I look towards the future and you cling past 

i know what is right and wrong 

you just do not see it the  way I do 

yet i am the fool that knows not of what exist 

but like a kiss i have tasted the pain of the earth that has stained its face 



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