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Beginnings of pain And the suffering of one, Started early for one so young, Terror in innocent eyes A punishment for nothing, Rained down fists fell hard Dead I wish you were, bastard forever in my eyes

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Published: Oct 5, 2014
LinesWords: 737

Notes: Decades pass and the hate is still boiling beneath
Tags: #hate #dead #wish #violence #bastard

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