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Screaming Shouting
Always talking
He pushes him into a locker
and yells "stop pouting"
he takes him in his arms
and says "i love you son"
brothers out under the bridge
being shot by guns
Mom walks in crying
He gets up shouting
Boasting and hitting
Will they even consider
Forgiving me?

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Written May 18th, 2005

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