The Curse of the Gifted
By girlrage
it stands a fathomless truthonly we can graspnobody could ever perceive this this bitter crick lying dormant deep within our beingthey will never knowThe insight we holdwe attest through our quillworlds unendingstain our reality on canvas sing our requiemsyet that is all they will knowof this world we live inwe are the sentencedembraced in our conceptionwhether through chance or fateit remains oursuntil we perishthe curse of the gifted Written October 9th, 2001 © on Oct 09 2001 12:25 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"it stands a fathomless truthonly we can graspnobody could ever perceive this this bitter crick lying dormant deep within our beingthey will never knowThe insight we holdwe attest through our quillworlds unendingstain our reality on canvas sing our requiemsyet that is all they will knowof this world we live inwe are the sentencedembraced in our conceptionwhether through chance or fateit remains oursuntil we perishthe curse of the gifted..."