Spacey never described her personality just as screwy only prescribed my character for others to make sense of an immigrant child as with clay for potters to shape and mold with rhyme by children my own age call it silly kid's games but influence is strong over a boy lonely exceptionally so within a shell only a crab could be so shy yesterday seems so long ago a reunion reconciles forgiveness
Speech-acts misunderstood by children or adults creates consequences confused as harmless names we all played brutal games even I was not so mild regardless sticks and stones break bones but words never harms the abuser rage empties out into space as madness or hatred violence with weapons when victims of abuse decide to take action to make innocents cry you know who made this mess
Cancer is a shy crab within society born without defenses acceptance is hard-earned by friends and peers but not by blood my family never understood what I as a child went through and bear no shame or guilt cancer is foreign-born but enters the blood stream as malignant depends entirely on the power disease holds over hearts and minds truly wily resolute as a fox to succeed in endgame attack this castle built
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