April 15, 2011
My heart is a bird
Flying in the wickedness that has taken over my life
The sin of being who I am has kept me limitless
The changes that have brought me naked and foolisih
pierce through the planes of my consciousness
know little can be done for my blunder
Yet I care little for the sin I have committed
Normal or not, I realizie that the only solution
To the sinner that I am, is to be cursed
Not with an illness, though many think it so,
But with a title, a title I ttake wilingly
The title of beiing different.

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