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So-called Life

In youth's playful days, life is a game for boys,
But for Viggo, oh, the worst of woes, a child without a choice,
No parents to call his own, no family ties,
Adopted into a home of abuse, where stillness dies.

His so-called father, a drunkard, ruthless and cruel,
Mercilessly beating Viggo, a helpless, innocent fool,
While his siblings watch, silent, unsure of what to do,
Their love is conditional, but not always true.

Viggo's mother, a tragic figure, took her own life,
Leaving behind a son to witness the strife,
At six years old, he bore witness to the crime,
Haunted by the memory, he grew up before his time.

But outside of that prison, he found a friend in Red,
A bond so strong, it seemed it would never end,
Yet their lives remained a mere existence, a never-ending dread,
From their abusive home to their siblings, nothing to mend.


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