southern hostility
• Written by Anonymous
i sit here thinkin bout those words that were said and preached about the dead. when he leaves school no one knows what he goes home to an abusive mother an a rapist brother. he stays at the river for as long as he can, hell that river raised him, fishin with a friend who wouldn't make it out that year. at the young age of 17 he was called up to the great field in heaven where he will rest until theres peace. suicidal thoughts invaded his brain he was close to giving up an blastin. he got a record at the age of 12, stealin cars sellin pills, makin crooked deals with people who don't know what its like to be poor, single mother no child support, wonder if he even loved her, walked out on us both, a younger dyslexic brother,
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