You swing your fist up,you examinate it well,think of all the harm it could probably cause,to that face of yours
to which you have no mercy for.
You swear is the last time as you keep ,keep and yell go on.Cause you dotn care if your parents know.
But it wotn be the last you hear your fear whisper to your aching insides as you touch the bruise
Apr 15, 2012
Apr 15, 2012 at 3:36 AM UTC
You swing your fist up,you examinate it well,think of all the harm it could probably cause,to that face of yours
to which you have no mercy for.
You swear is the last time as you keep ,keep and yell go on.Cause you dotn care if your parents know.
But it wotn be the last you hear your fear whisper to your aching insides as you touch the bruise
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