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May 2017
Your smile has a purpose
That all your bad intentions have surfaced
You hate this world
For it killed your little girl
She was your only source of love
Now she rests above
You are about to act
Keep your hate intact
You are a man with nothing to lose
You are burdened with hate every act you choose
You start killing
Every choice seems unwilling
Then you see her, in a face of another
You can't bind what you've done with leather
So you **** yourself
Another soul on the shelf
Finally you are at peace
You are now next to her having a feast
Alexander Miller
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Alexander Miller  20/M/United States
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   Ryan Holden
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