My mother showed up, for reasons I can't explain. Both my best friends were with me but all I felt was the rage and the pain. One had to hold my stuff, the other had to hold me back. Otherwise I would have blacked out, until I heard their windpipes cracked. Blood drawn, angel fallen turned into a demon spawned.
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My Side of the Story Vol. II
PoetryInspired by Eminem and Celia Martiniez This is my story.
