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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.
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