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Feb 2014
So comes thy *******,
It always happens when you yell.

Those words,
They tear a mortal apart,
Wishing they were dead,
When you came near.

End thy screaming,
For it may be your last.
Do not dare strike me,
I will **** thee.

Word's damage my soul,
Leaving me behind the local fold.

Do not strike thee for disrespect,
When one yell's,
Another will scream.
Retaliating the war.

Be careful of thy scene,
I will win in due time.
Destroying ever Self-esteem,
That YOU have.
A fight that happened a couple days ago, dont ask. Just relate. Give me idea's to add or edit!! Thanks! :D
Red Bergan
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Red Bergan  24/F/Anderson, SC USA
(24/F/Anderson, SC USA)   
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