There is more written in my diary than anyone could ever know...
May 16
Spinning 'round in circles cannot stop the pain,
Screaming children's voices torment in my brain,
So much hate that I can't stand beneath the pain,
No more sunlight just the nightmares and the rain,
And we are many tortured children born of Cain.
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See me sit alone in
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