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Catastrophe

Now its been a month Since a became twenty one And im still trying to change my life Pain has not gone War in my head has just begun. All the regrets are still alive. Im standing on place, but i just want to run Somewhere I need to change everything. I never needed a space, i just want to be loved Cared And not to be scary thing. Out there is a sun, but i just need my mum, To tell her my story She is mad at me , because i called her a dumb Honey, im so sorry... Im listening - she said I answered - no i cant Because im too scared To show up who really i am I was dating an older man With him a had my first sex I wrote poem about wishing him was dead But i burnt it, So words stayed unsaid. Now im 21 Trying to have more fun My life has just begun I want to do things that are undone. He is almost 30 Cant believe i was sleeping with him Cause of his religion, he cant be with me. Now he is with his wife Trying to live a happy life With pretending being perfect. He is ignoring my soul Because his priest told him so. Was i just your sex object? Im 21, wild and free Trying to find some clues and keys Im ready to swim in the sea With a boy who is falling on my knees. Im 21 I had played with gun After i became a sinner I was 19 When i slept with that guy I started wishing to be a skinner I was in love When the war has begun In love i was just a begginer. I am not the only one Who has gone too far And wished to became a killer.

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