Nothing Less
The life of you when you,
Are you,
Others don't mind being different....
To God and yourself be true...
The first of your life...
You knew who you where...
Jagged edges of knives....
You tore,
Ripped apart...
Pages ruined ,
Smudged,
Unreadable,
Stained,
Retained,
Because you hid,
Like a broken kid...
Hurt and wounded,
By mislead,
People,
Under Gods steeple,
Under the mess...
I became....
Me... Nothing less!
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