Psychological Poetry Society

Used to be a kid

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1–2 minutes

Used to be a kid. Free.
Full of me.
But then others came in.
And for me to Be
I have to kill thee

(Or destroy me…)

A world at war
With no balance to reach
Don’t know what path to follow
And yet against all odds,
Every time I choose

(And I feel free…)

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