You have made me, Turned me into an outcast, With all the blame on me, I will outlast. Never help me, Make me better than you, You can not save me, Not even if I want you to. I might be wrong, But you are worse than I, Maybe that is why Outcasts like us never die.
Reason for writing:
I was raised to belive in my own judgement, and to stand for my goals even if it turned out against me. The most important is the respect for my own ways, however they were...
Birth sign: Cancer
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