Bad BoyA Poem by terry smith
I walk through life with a quite confidence
my armor hidden from view no trust I have in this world no friends 'cept for a few you see me and in your mother's womb sense my damage but you mistake it for lust and do the only thing you think will make me happy and want to be with you so you throw yourself at me and I of course except but that is not what I need and you get mad when I leave but I am not rejecting you merely looking for some one who can remove this pain and make me whole again
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