At home 1988 Its time to flood the gates Somethings just don't come true The way the love comes from you. You always speak in such a mannered way.. It just totally ruins my whole day. You constantly pester me when I'm sitting down. The happiness is not shown but it is a frown.. You are still in your violent moody ways. I just hope to leave someday. No one really cares whats there Just as long as I'm living is all they care.. Why don't I show my self-eestem Violence is not the only means.. Please consider what I said For it is heavy as lead..
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