I am sitting in front of him
And can’t believe
How a person becomes cruel
Is it because you grew up without shoes
Or was it the beating of your father?
If you start beating a young puppie
It will be a grown up biter
With your internal hate
You demantle your own world
Hurting others
You hurt yourself
What is life?
Life is the result of our love
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