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April 27

April twenty seventh.
Was the murder of my blood parents.
Why did this happen to them?
What made my blood uncle do this?
It was most likely me.
Now and forever I secretly bleed.
I'll always relive their death.
On April twenty seventh.
Written by Kavik1
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