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Raging


He was just a boy,  young and free until he wakes up and finds out he has a new reality

raging like a wild fire.

wih the gun in his had, omg he just killed this man.

He ws just 16 years old... now living in the state penitentary

feeling dizzy,now that his whole life is history.

Raging like a wild fire, what the hell did i do.

That boy was a bull... he bothered me everyday, so now that he's gone does that make me a bully

too?

I'm justtrying to make a living, but it's the same thing over and over again.

That's why i had to take away the pain that was burning in my heart.

Had to put a bullet in his head to take away the one in my heart.

I'm raging like a wild fire, this anger cosumes me.

I wish i could turn it all around and turn that anger into  a smile,

but my life is a raging wild fire.

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