

Words from the abusedI was beaten so severly for my stubborness that I met Death. Even he turned me away. Am I so foul, that even Lord of all things Putrid and Decayed refuses me? Everyday I am reminded of what I'm not, what I can never be You pour yourself all over me then tell me how sickly I am afterward Filth! Disgusting! A horrible sight to see! Even through glass and fists you never quit Filth! Wretched Filth! You disgust me! Hate courses through you body and impacts mine Blow after blow after blow Hard liqour rains down Coating everything in liquid flames The stench of it is coming offWords from the abused
under your skin
sorry if it offends...
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We really don't have enemies... some of our friensds are just trying to kill us
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