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[center]Faulty Seven Year Old
Frankly, I was tired of it.
I really
don't
want to admit,
maybe I was at fault.
His scorn
pushed me
to commit,
a sin.
So after having,
his way
making my young lady parts,
turn into
strawberry gashes,
and putting the ashes
of cigarette out,
I reach into my mouth,
the blade I had
hid.
Blocking out every thing,
he did
to me.
I slashed... and slashed... and slash!...
and slashed!...
Everyone thought,
his death was due to his
gang
connections.
But even if it was partially my fault,
he deserve to die.
I'll never regret,
or forget,
for every time I see my mother,
I see his face,
he was her brother.[/center]
Frankly, I was tired of it.
I really
don't
want to admit,
maybe I was at fault.
His scorn
pushed me
to commit,
a sin.
So after having,
his way
making my young lady parts,
turn into
strawberry gashes,
and putting the ashes
of cigarette out,
I reach into my mouth,
the blade I had
hid.
Blocking out every thing,
he did
to me.
I slashed... and slashed... and slash!...
and slashed!...
Everyone thought,
his death was due to his
gang
connections.
But even if it was partially my fault,
he deserve to die.
I'll never regret,
or forget,
for every time I see my mother,
I see his face,
he was her brother.[/center]
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