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My mother would scream You're a failure You'll end up a janitor She wanted what was best for her. This house is a slum Boy scouts, age 8 Steven and Mike You ugly little beasts Curtis you fat **** Fell like a man? What is a man? I have no clear image Like painting an image except an image is imagined No clear model No clear picture No wonder I'm ******
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Feb 10, 2010
Feb 10, 2010 at 9:31 AM UTC
Burned Bridges
My mother would scream You're a failure You'll end up a janitor She wanted what was best for her. This house is a slum Boy scouts, age 8 Steven and Mike You ugly little beasts Curtis you fat **** Fell like a man? What is a man? I have no clear image Like painting an image except an image is imagined No clear model No clear picture No wonder I'm ******
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Feb 10, 2010
Feb 10, 2010 at 9:31 AM UTC
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