Good will hunting
Poetic justice speaketh from my lips
Sat a diary in my hands
I would write where noone else seeks
I was placed in noones will
My room filled with anoits
They didnt know my life
Bow and arrow still straight untouched
I was the heart chinese kung fu fight
I was placed for my body fondeled
Everywhere im asked
Nobody knew the secrect I had behind letters of sucidals
Placing my bible in notebooks in the parks
If you loved me you will know where ive left my heart
If you never found me then we were doomed to fail from the start
A fight a life
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