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Hidden Truth
the way,
the truth is only temperary,
you,
the way,
is secondary.
the lies.
the evil inside.
befor the evil i was alive.
i am a message child,
evil child.
i can never be excepted for what ive done.
i am divising,
seeking,
either or
it still owns me.
find a way im not,
i run away.
whos getting better?
my hand goes up first,
but my arm is broke
so i shout up to the air,
there is no truth for me to trust
with the evil inside.
poem
by
Kayla Mcmillin
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