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before a new killer is

I'm sick of it
Repition for emphasise
Sick of it
The problem
My family
How do they make me feel
Sad depressed hurt
Daily basis
I'm confused in this world
Powerless so I accept everything
Finance ,so close to the street
My upbringing life in dirt
Yes I'm a snowflower
That never got to see the sun
When I was young
I was trampled on
Nobody looked down to notice me
To busy counting stars
And getting ready to immatate
I died ,childhood non existing
forced to grow up faster then most
But you won't understand ,
It seems all of you fucks
Are better off then most
If I'm wrong  
Fine I apologise
But till I'm recognised
Many will die
Written by TLIFD (Rope)
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