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i laugh now your dead

I was young
You were mean
I was good
You treated me bad

I loved you
You beat me
I cry
you laugh

I am your son
You're my parents
I wanna live
you want me dead

you died
I laughed
Know your six feet under
And im loving it

Why am i so happy your dead?
Because i now know
the devil will beat you....
like you beat me

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Written August 21st, 2006

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  • Pahina
    November 11, 2006
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    Wow, this is powerful, I like it.


  • I Is Cat
    October 12, 2006
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    Oh my. I feel the same way about my real father only he's not dead yet. Although I wish he was sometimes. I hate him with a passion. Anyway, I really like this. Great job.
    <3 Catherine


  • Xxthe angry gothxX
    August 21, 2006
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    oh wow. i know a friend that is in a situation kinda of like that, but he cant exactly do something like kill his parents...or parent. this was an awesome wrote. i was completly drawn to the title. i never seen to make any good one, so dont repay the comment. ok, well, this was great!