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They call me Frankie, married, my heart smiled at me every morning. Her
Work, Work. Work. Work. Work
Day after day. Day after day. Survive, life is just an illusion, a joke of a derisive God
I don't have a home but four walls that become more and more a suffering.
Work. Work. Deep wounds in the soul.
Food. I no longer have a home.
A gun.
What God can turn me into a monster. You are not a God, you are my nightmare. What God can turn love into violence.
Nightmare that kills my heart that smiles at me every morning. Her.
Thank you for the daily horror.
Thank you for the horror.
Thank you.
A gun.
Her
My heart that smiles at me every morning
Frankie.
Now I can spit in your face.
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