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Apr 2020
I was raised by bullies 
Beaten, abused 
You were not by my side 
Left me confused 

It’s only you
Who’s responsible 
Threw me to the wolves 
Where escape is impossible 

I beat myself 
When you’re not there to do it 
So used to hurting 
I almost love it 

‘I wish you weren’t my son’
You admitted to me 
Now I’m all ****** up 
From red anger I can’t see
Paper Heart Poet
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