oh child of mine

you the child have been through so much

battered,beaten abused,starved,humiliated,may i add more?

from birth to now

man are testing my strength

was i born with one foot in the tomb

starving for inner music

fed up of the outter world

creative thoughts are in my mind endlessly

yet i cant even pick up my Guitar

my words are distorted

my house is a mess

where have all the good people gone?

why is life such as test?

The End

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