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Boy

shake me, make me
hit the ground
tame me, blame me
knock me down

fight me, spite me
call me cursed
restrain me, pain me
do your worst

stalk me, mock me
while I cry
try to kill me
I won’t die

abuse me, use me
to move on
and finally rest,
when I’m gone

cuz…

on the day
that you do
find peace of mind
I’ll come for you

hear this, fear this
with what’s said,
when I’m done, Boy
you’ll wish your dead.
Written by ScarlettA (Scarlett_A)
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