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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Tragedy · #1306332
Poetry spawned from an abusive childhood
This Great Land

For many, many years I took it all.
From the mountains to the deserts, of a planet so small.
I fought and I fought, through the blood and the puss,
on tortured plains of great disgust.
And I did it all without a fuss,
born to these parents of child lust.
The aftermath of my pain, could bring a tear to the sane.
As the days pass on by,
I wait and I wait for them to die.
This horrible woman and her man,
after my birth, designed a plan.
Criminally insane from the start,
their mission in life,
to break my heart.
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