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   I spend 3hours writing a piece of rubbish,

Hopelessly, thank for the pills,

Give me more and more,

My bellied hurt like fuck,

I am naked,

I am in my own camisole,

I push this time,

The button too far,

There are things,

A child should not speak,

I am so ashamed,

Not for me, but for my family,

I did what I had to do,

Even a kid, can take so much,

So I become the bad,

The ugly and I won’t denied,

When I watch him,

Scalping my blood and flesh,

I hold it even tighter,

Homicide, tonight,

If I had to do it all again I would!

Yes, we are a strange species,

This kind of children’s,

Who brake and push hard,

So I want as I am feeling the pills,

And booze turning me to …

Have I done too much tonight?

I want then, think of the broken glass,

I used to pick up on the floor,

Thinking their was diamonds,

I want to remember,

Bringing her flowers,

And what happen?

Butterflies dancing upon me,

I don’t remember once left,

These days, what happen?

Does hell, for the monster I am,

Have no beauty?

So be it,

Because, Jesus or whatever your name is,

I pray for years to you,

And your voice was always silence,

So forgive me my anger,

Like i forgive the one,

Who brutalised me,

Rape me when I was child,

And if you really existed, Jesus, my almighty is not call Jesus,

But god,

And god is love…

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