| Re: I got a little black book with my poems in... Witness the horror scene.
A child. Age was like twelve ot thirteen.
Didn't have the chance in life to follow dreams.
Went through lust, envy, hate, and hardness.
Why did life treat him like this.
Its called Betrayal.
Its called Betrayel.
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