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Created on: July 23, 2009 Last Updated: February 10, 2012
Whose Child Am I?
Whose child am I?
I am not yours, for you have left me.
Whose laughter do I share?
Not yours, for you only bring dark where there was light; evil where there was good.
Whose eyes do I see with?
Not yours, for you only see fault where there should have been praise.
Whose mouth do I see speak with?
Not yours, for you only say words that sting with hurt.
Whose lips do I kiss with?
Not yours, for you do not know what love is or how to love, whether it be others around you or yourself.
Who am I?
I may have your blood running through my veins, but you are as far from my father as you ever could be.
After you have thrown me down, I know more than ever that... I am not your child.
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