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Steal , beg , burn and tread. What isn't yours. Ruins.

You can't ruin my life when it was already ruined before my concious took its first flight.

You can't ruin me , when my own body is a task to balance.

I can spin , twirl , skip , jog and run.

Keep playing games just for fun,you can't ruin my life when I don't care to win.

Never one for the egg and spoon race , hated it.

More for the fun times , where life ain't such a crime .

You can't ruin my life , when it was ruined before you.

You can't ruin me , when I'm innocence was stolen.

You can hurt me , when I've been strong longer than half your life.

So ruin my life but you won't find ruins here.

Only castles built from the rubbles.
Written by shannonJane (Lost poet - Day dreamer)
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