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fuck the world


fuck the world i hate it fuck the world and you made it you told me that you love everyone in the world but you dont love me is this how my life is suppose to be why did i get delt this hand steady trynna be the bigger man the anger thats built up inside me my horrid life ,can you see fuck the world i hate it you wasnt there when i almost got shot and you wasnt there when my cell door got locked you are suppose to be the almighty god but to me your nothing but a fraud all the magic youve shown where is it , its longgg gone fuck the world i hate it you let me suffer you led me on with a wicked mother hey you, yes you when will you tell the truth you are not god you are below a dog to me let you read this and let the truth set you free when i was a kid i thought you was real untill my friend got shot and got killed fuck the world i hate it i always wondered why you wasnt there for me now i know im sending this poem so i can be free freedom of lies and deciets so open up fake god and say this is me -alizedavis fake niggahs make me sick throwup
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