I know that we're torn apart
But why do you want my heart?
I know we got problems but why are you still beaten me?
And then hug me at the end and then laugh with glee
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Dear Deaire,
Let me tell you my dear friend, growing up is a difficult thing, especially when you have abusive
parents. Remember you poetry is an outlet for your pain. Cherish that, but also understand that you need to get help for your home life. Go to your church and speak to your pastor about the difficulties you are experiencing.
He maybe able to help you, and soothe your inner pain. If you don't speak to someone, you may end up in an insane asylum. You need to speak to someone, trusting. God be with you my son! Get some help please, a friend, a person that will listen to your grief. It will help you see the light and walk away oneday, to learn to be strong and don't look back dearest! Run free, away from the demons! I did.
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Dear Deaire, Let me tell you my dear friend, growing up is a difficult thing, especially when you have abusive parents. Remember you poetry is an outlet for your pain. Cherish that, but also understand that you need to get help for your home life. Go to your church and speak to your pastor about the difficulties you are experiencing. He maybe able to help you, and soothe your inner pain. If you don't speak to someone, you may end up in an insane asylum. You need to speak to someone, trusting. God be with you my son! Get some help please, a friend, a person that will listen to your grief. It will help you see the light and walk away oneday, to learn to be strong and don't look back dearest! Run free, away from the demons! I did.