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May 2014
The adreniline rush I get
as my fist
connects with
some poor saps face

The thrill I get
When I know
They aint gunna win

The High  I get
When I see
that stark fear
spill into their eyes

What can I say?
I live off of violence
I grew up swimming in it
I crave it
I love it
I know I'm an *******.
Sorry if this deters any of you from reading my stuff.
Hawk Flight
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Hawk Flight  Living in Hell
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