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I'm 15 almost 16 and I'm a fighter for the people of my school...some call me a bully...some call me a friend...I protect to the extream you mess with one you mess with all...I'm sporty and fit and if you want to no more add me to your msn thanx.
As I cry for mercy
I realize that know one is there
know one cares
that I am alone in the world
Chains, wips, spikes, blood
the smell of iron, crimson, and flesh
Rotting away like theres nothing to live for
torture, pain, yelling,
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