This is a collection of poems from the point of view of a specific character--not me, so don't worry. Aside from that point, interpret it however you please.

I was as a child cursed to die

one thousand vivid deaths.

I was as a child forced to cry

from fear and pain and nothing less.

I was alone, without a friend,

the weak, the meek, the hated,

believing that my final end

I would find much belated.

The End

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