He was a young man, his life just begun
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but never felt young
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His parents hurt him, and stole his childhood
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beat it out of his young mind
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Dad was a veteran and alcoholic
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and so violent
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Mother just sat there watching the TV
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her only words hate
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she paid no notice to him
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he couldn¡¯t love her
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if she died he wouldn¡¯t care
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So now he¡¯s so cold with no emotion
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And no one matters
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All that he can feel, merely physical
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he thinks that is emotion
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(He feels nothing)
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Day to day lusting after flesh
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Feeling satisfied with penetration
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All the girls in his mind
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Fantasy merely postpones his wrath
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Acting out, soon follows
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Walking dead women waiting to die
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Fingernails embedded deep into flesh
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Straddling his body gyrating slowly
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Soft hair flows over ripe breasts swaying gently
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Her screams of ecstasy, not fear this time
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Digging through her garbage, searching for something
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Picking through remnants of her daily patterns
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Discarded tampon, telephone bill stub, last night¡¯s dinner
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His heart growing fonder with every load he takes
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Dreaming of what is to come for this girl
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Her broken ripped flesh, swollen on his penis
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Upon his discovery of her depressive state of existence¡¦¡¦..her sorrow
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His attention to her growing stronger, more obsessive¡¦¡¦..she¡¯s his
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His collection now nearing completion
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He knows everything
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His parents are blamed, his misperception
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They created his problems
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His mind is feeble, like a rape-machine
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Sex is what drives him
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His first is special, and so beautiful
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She doesn¡¯t know what¡¯s coming¡¦¡¦.
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Lusting For Affection
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| Vehemence |
