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category: Life | July 13 | @211 | comments(9)His dad was a drunk His mom was an addict His parents kept him Locked in an attic His only friend was a little toy bear It was old and worn out And had patches of hair He always talked to it When no one's around He lays there and hugs it Not a peep of sound Until his parents unlock the door Some more and more pain He'll have to endure A bruise on his leg A scar on his face Why would he be In such a horrible place? But he grabs his bear And softly crys He loves his parents But they want him to die He sits in the corner Quiet but thinking, "Please God, why is My life always sinking? "...
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