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Apr 2016
they expect you
to take the pain
They expect you
not to care about injustice
They want you
to accept blood
They want you to let them hit you,
and take it "like a man"
But they don't want you
to fight back
When we cry,
"shush child"
"shut the **** up, boy"
I hate those people.
I hate the parents
who hit their children
For fun.
Punishment is one thing,
cruelty is another.
So,
Shush, father
*you had this coming.
for my father
Błeeding Dįamøndš
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Błeeding Dįamøndš  16/M/Denver, Colorado
(16/M/Denver, Colorado)   
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