My Name Is....

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My name is...
the memory of my grandfather
It is guatemala
It shows what kind of person I am
It is the forggten person in the crowd
and the outsider of the pack
I'm the misfit of the world
treated like the inferior
I am the lone wolf
who romes alone and hunts alone
I am the wolf that howls at the moon
with no respones from the pack
i am the figth in that wolf
the struggle taht keeps it alive
I am a wolf that figths back
for any princble i stand for
I am a wolf with brown eyes
that dosnt belong with the rest of the brown eyed wolfs
i am one person
who sees differntly from others
i am differnt.





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