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"Father"


What made me write this Youll never see But I cant hold this emotion Or else I'll lose me So i will rip it out of my chest And put it on this page I will not rest Here comes my voices "This is it" Your wrong "Whats next" When no one is behind you Who is behind you When no one is below you Who is below you Who is above you that rains flowers and pedals And loves you Its hard to think of that Wishing that the past would never had come to that That picture of the past Won't change Just the people inside of them do When he does it hurts you The love was never there for you He left you Then whats the point of having a child When no love is due Its disgusting Think your a man Your a coward A waste of space I hate people who are two faced So get out of my face Your nothing Your a wash up Who desrved to be tossed up Moped up And sent to hell In a cell For what you done Now you want to come back and make it one?! Are you out of you mind?! With all the dreams you find All you do is feed, burn and lie Your the fall of human kind With you there is no light Had to let that out But wasnt just for me Its for someone I am close to If you read this Grab your own glass and fill it Dont let your fear destroy you Hopes this helps you
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Salvation21

See alot of people get confused on why I do this. It something that personally helps me aswell. God gave me this gift a powerful gift as an outlet. Thats what writing is for me. When emotion flies over me this is where I go. It's what I call Real writing. It's a therapy for me.

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