punishmentA Poem by rockstari never felt bad about fathers who abuse there childeren now i know why they cry.It stared when i was four. abuse when i was twelve i fought back i didnt let him hit me with bats, sticks, bars, metal. I was so pissed he had to go to the hospital. now they wanna lock me up when i siad he hit me. well lock me up besides i wont be there for long. Because when i get there. Ill be buried in the ground waiting till he's buried. so burn in hell m**********r!!!!!!!!!!! © 2010 rockstar |
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Added on September 24, 2010 Last Updated on September 24, 2010 |

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