If you haven't watched Wayne go do it!!
and he is a boy who was never taught to love lightly, his love came like bullets, like burning buildings, like being buried alive. His father tried hard, his mother didn't even try, his brother tried to kill him, those were his cards, and goddamn it he was going to deal em. every chance he could, because fuck the world and every asshole in it who thought they could ever beat the life outta him, beat the him outta him. He could take a beating, that's for fucking sure and they'll all call him crazy because he can carry a switchblade instead of a soccer ball and hammer in the head of the rapist down the block, he got the shit end of the stick, he never had a chance, but still
they'll never beat the him outta him and you'll love him for that. The beacon of truth, with a hard on for justice and a hammer, suck on that.
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Hysterical letters to my sanity
Poetrya collection of poems inspired by stories I've read, people I've met and paths I've crossed, read and enjoy yourself:)
