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Every week He wakes up to A life That beats Him down, Shows Him Out, Leaves Him to Drown, This Kid Rebels Shows His Anger To People Not ever needed to see. He Breaks Into Stores, Destroys Cars, Steals Anything That is Worth a Few Bucks, This Kid Doesn't Believe in a yesterday. Never has, He Has Nothing To Live for, He Has Nothing To die for, everyday he's out the door. he can't stay in 1 place for too long before he has to leave again. He has no respect for anybody or anything his heart is but null. This kid turned hard core since the day his parents left him to fend for his own life To find his own dreams. This Kid will never be named this kid will never been sceen this kids words where never herd never read nobody cared. His last desision was a hard one, A hard one at that to think and to plan nobody would ever know that. This Kid At the last, Finaly Wished for yesterday so his life would stay and would never change.©

All Done By Zak

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