delite
my blood and bones to you are worth less then mud and stones my voice tone has turned into more of a bitter moan is this pain not enough to reach your luxury home perhaps my motivation and anger alone will create a storm raining calamity on you for what youve sown do you have no fear no emotions for all the tears and hopes that youve thrown?
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