by jay1984columbia, Missouri, USA
Sep 2011 382 Views 1 comments
my childhood
i was beaten
i was brused
my life with my father
was hell on wheels
i hate my childhood
my kids wont go though
what i had to in my childhood
i would never hit them
i wouldnt gave them a reason
to hate there childhood
i was brused
my life with my father
was hell on wheels
i hate my childhood
my kids wont go though
what i had to in my childhood
i would never hit them
i wouldnt gave them a reason
to hate there childhood
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Posted: Sep 2011
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