forgotten prodigies

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A safe haven away from here

Illusion of a darkened soul promising peace, understanding maybe?

People in their own minds, away from the scrutiny their peers

Seen as nothing but a figment of what could be

Mentally disturbed was what we were

At last they didn't spare us a glance

At last we were viewed as nothing but misfits

How fitting, the fall of the prodigies

A/N

sorry for the overdue update but I'm back now ;)

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