I wake up and I live
I wake up and give
What’s left of what I have inside
The darkness took a chunk of who I am
I can no longer pretend to be whole when I am not
I may have missing pieces but I have not forgotten
That sometimes a person is just born rotten
Words From A Borderline 
Power in each word
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Thanks buddy
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No problem, is always a pleasure
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Ditto
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😊
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we become rotten, no one is ever born rotten.
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Not sure I agree sweety
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Well, I think a lot depends on your parents, they can influence you, or your friends, they can also influence you, cause when a child is born its never rotten, it gets influenced to become rotten. So we can’ t really be born rotten. But I love the poem anyways.
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There is a lot of debate about that- no one knows for sure it’s called nature vs nurture look it up if your curious – killers come from perfect homes- good people come from bad homes- no one really knows the answer – I can assure you this person was born bad
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too bad 😦
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