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Apr 2014
You promised you would never become them.
The ones who hurt us the most,
now all you do is boast.
I guess you kept the promise...
you were the worst of them all!

Every day you kicked us out,
I wandered all night without a doubt...
the streets were warmer, quieter and safer.
Your whispers shouldn't be so deafening,
your stare filled with hate after taking us in.

One night you confessed to me a horror,
I never wanted to play the Priest!
Your twisted mind called us all The Beast!
You call it love but you only leak rage,
used to your abuse I became numb in your cage.

Switching family for strangers,
trading safety for new dangers,
I lost my mind too many times to care,
after all its only fair,
drown in your despair.
Ito
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Ito  Chicago, IL
(Chicago, IL)   
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