Maybe I was a walking edge
made to make everyone suffer
maybe I was a grudging karma
made to endure and perish
Maybe I was a lie
given a body and mind
I could be someone i want to be
yet nobody gave me
the importance that I deserve
WHO AM I?
Can you draw me
Inside your heavy arms?
Can you sculpt me
show my face on your wooden heart?
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