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Poetry By: boondocksaints
Poetry


Tags: Poem, Kill, R, A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I


sorry bout format. Dont own a puter so using non compatible phone that wont allow adjustments. Pause at periods...


Submitted:Dec 27, 2011    Reads: 6    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


i cant help feel. The pain that makes me kill. It is oh so real. Now my knuckles have swelled. I look in the mirror. Nothing becomes clearer. Been living in fear. I hate that im here. Nobody knows my name. They all hate my game. I live in fame. Under someone elses name. When that person is asked. They just claim. They kick ass. Without risking pain. All this shit makes me insane.




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