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my mother died
my father was killed
why am i here
being held against my will.

who said i could stay here
until i'm old and gray
i hate it here
but i must pay.

i started to beat myself
until i couldn't anymore
i hammered my head
and purposley ran into doors.

my head now kills
and i am not dead
i'm wallowing in
my deepest dread.

now my mother is still dead
and my father has still been killed
i'm still being held here
against my will.





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