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Walking Disaster

February 20, 2008
By Anonymous

Demonic eyes searching in the night’s dark,
looking for malleable minds in children.
Evil was in my room to give remarks.
It slithered in a niche with its brethren.
I was filled with fantasy as a kid.
Chicken pocks made me delusional.
Flies came out of my mom’s hands and I hid.
I once was completely irrational.
I had stitches on my foot, head, and arm,
I was a walking disaster at five.
I climbed on a fence thinking it did no harm,
thankfully I came out of that alive.
I once was a kid with nightmares and fevers,
hopefully I will be an achiever.


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