there is a rage in me, momma,
i do not think i can control it. there is a pain in me, momma. i can travel the world, but i would still feel homeless. why am i constructed so differently, momma, am i from this planet? why does my soul scream so loud at me, momma? am I really this damaged? what is wrong with daddy, momma, he keeps telling me he loves me. is daddy okay, momma? why do his friends tear up when they call me Bucky? i don't think you understand, momma, I love you so deeply but i seek more. your voice is the halo above jesus's head, but momma this mind is a deep sore. momma, it feels as if the vast unknown of the ocean resides in me, momma, these scars on my body hurt even worse inside of me, momma, can you tell the demons to be silent, please? why did these people hurt me, beat me, and leave me, momma? is there something wrong with me? never leave my side, momma keep singing me to sleep momma, i need you and you give me a new song to sing. I love you, Momma, why don't you hurt me? are you an angel? I love you, Momma, I just want the beautiful world to feel the equivalent of this pain to. I love you, Momma, the world will never change me, if you don't allow it to change you. There is a rage in me, Momma, I think I can transform it. There is pain in me, Momma, but what if I stopped keeping it dormant? There is love, something special in me, Momma, I just want to give the universe a tour of it. "It will be okay, little buddy, because love is all you need. It will be okay, little buddy. One day you will be a flower, but for now you are just my troubled boy with bright eyes, my little seed."
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