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Born into this world the hands of a drunk life wouldn't be easy for this little punk. First years are hard they get harder everyday the pain they infected you can't take away. First there was drinking then the fussing set in their fighting soon starts lonely people broken hearts. Words that they used left me feeling confused their fight soon ends then mine will begin. Angry with each other will driven them insane taken out their frustration I get the pain. Garden hose or belt it doesn't really matter beating is a beating don't get any better.
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