juli
söndag 10 oktober 2010 bild 3/4
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You call me weak, I might be
You call me names, I take them
I stood up to you, You pushed me down
My body feels hot
My knuckles turn white
I close my eyes, When I open them you lay on the floor..
Broken, Bleeding
You get up and swing at me, I swing back harder than ever before
As you fall I see tears of blood
I still feel rage, I still feel hate
Everyone stares as they pull me away, Still swinging
Covered in blood that is not mine-
You called me weak, But my hate for you made me stronger.
I hate you.
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