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Christmas
the time have come, the time all have be wating for.
but not me, christmas is like every day.
i dont know what make it special?
it allways happen the same thing.
i get no packet, not even a postcard.
my mom is angry because dad is drunk.
and every time he get drunk he is hurting me.
he bet me up and i dont know what to do.
i stand at the mirrow as se all the blood and
all the scare he gave me, se the blood is droping,
my pillow is geting red when i got it in the moring
the same day it whas white, the pain i got is killing me
i don know what to do, i know it have to be a end of this.
so i go down, i dont want to wake my dad, go to the mirrow
and se all the scare, i dont bleding so much now.
i go to the kitchen, open the box and take the knife,
going to mom and dad´s beadrom, look at dad, he is sleeping.
i wake away, and slowly closing the dorr and did not look back,
going down and going to the bathroom, and looking to the mirrow,
i take the knife, and say - this is how it end it is one fast cut and it is over-
i toke my life now im resting in heven, and looking down over you and gurding you from all the pain you get by your drunken dad
the time have come, the time all have be wating for.
but not me, christmas is like every day.
i dont know what make it special?
it allways happen the same thing.
i get no packet, not even a postcard.
my mom is angry because dad is drunk.
and every time he get drunk he is hurting me.
he bet me up and i dont know what to do.
i stand at the mirrow as se all the blood and
all the scare he gave me, se the blood is droping,
my pillow is geting red when i got it in the moring
the same day it whas white, the pain i got is killing me
i don know what to do, i know it have to be a end of this.
so i go down, i dont want to wake my dad, go to the mirrow
and se all the scare, i dont bleding so much now.
i go to the kitchen, open the box and take the knife,
going to mom and dad´s beadrom, look at dad, he is sleeping.
i wake away, and slowly closing the dorr and did not look back,
going down and going to the bathroom, and looking to the mirrow,
i take the knife, and say - this is how it end it is one fast cut and it is over-
i toke my life now im resting in heven, and looking down over you and gurding you from all the pain you get by your drunken dad
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