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Saturday, February 3, 2007


Gaara
I was born to the village of sand
A harsh, barren, desert land.
My mother was sacrificed to give me life
Its a thought that cuts through me like a knife.
Why I was here, I couldnt understand
Why wont you comfort me, and hold my hand?
I've grown up a spoiled little brat
I think you can thank my Father for that.
On the day I turned 6 years old
Thats the day my world turned cold.
When all of the assasins came
They were killed, Im to blame.
I took their life before their eyes
Why is this happening? I wanted to cry.
Now all I know is how to hate
Someone teach me to appreciate.
All I live for is to kill
It's become my daily drill.
In all my battles I've barely been scratched
This ability has yet to be matched.
It is because of the monster in me
It's tearing me apart, dont you see?
I'm a weapon for the Village of Sand
They try to rule me with an iron hand.
Perhaps one day my Demon will break free
And it might mean the end of me...
My sanity's slowly fading away
I wonder if I can hold on for one more day.

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