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Comments about Narotha Sar
the lack of support, the amount of hatred
no childhood for me, twas belated
belts to the back, punches to the head
from the childhood I had, I wish I was dead
it's funny how i forget the good times, and remember the bad
I wonder if things were different, if happiness I had
or if someone who was there for me, that I ought to call my dad
if curious to how I'm feeling, it's obvious that I'm sad
from the things that I have witnessed, the things that I have seen
the things that were so fucked up, before I was a teen
you can't imagine what I've been through, ...