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I feel like a still born.

Been here 23 years but have

Only breathed a moment.

Come to the crossroads far to

Soon for a naive traveler.

I'm not ready to choose but must

Continue.

So don't blame me for the roads

My feet have walked.

I am but a baby born to soon.

The cord has been cut before

I had my fill.

So starved I must begin this life.

I gorge on the quickest fixes

And drown in a plethora

Of someone's idea of sin.

I have made a beast of this blood

And let it all consume.

What once was has been corroded

By time.

So I must wear other skin to

Hide the decay.

Prey on other lives to fill this

Biblical hunger.