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I am a product of years on end
Of a soul who sees, since birth
That only hurting, fear and thoughts
Are things that hold some worth.
Demons shouted
My mind shouted
Angels shouted too,
And in my piles of junk and stuff
I wanted something new.
I wanted nails, blades and screws
To mend my soul alone
And make myself a guaranteed
Product of my own.
Written by lianne
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