And I am telling you that I am From...

June 21, 2012
By Eva Comlan BRONZE, Bronx, New York
Eva Comlan BRONZE, Bronx, New York
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I am from the unknown deserts of the world
A new breed from undiscovered species
From smells that would murder you
A house that would destroy you
I am from a pile of books-
to a world of facebook
I am and unborn child already suffering
From ups and downs
From me to an image of perfection
I am from crying behind closed doors
To smiling t anyone looking
From recreating myself
From faking my identity
I am from shame
They say I am shameful
Left to perish in my thoughts
I am from my mother
I am unknown
I am a figment of your imagination
I am from the depths of you brain
I am non-existent
Because I am from you

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