Chapter Seventeen

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Poor pathetic boy,
Sitting on the spoiled ground.

Poor pathetic boy,
Hardly making a sound.

Poor pathetic boy,
Beaten up and bruised.

Poor pathetic boy,
So wrongly accused.

Things are rough for him,
The poor pathetic boy.

Every second day comes a man,
And he's just a toy,
The poor pathetic boy.

Poor pathetic boy,
Curled in a ball against the wall.

Poor pathetic boy,
Hearing the footsteps from down the hall.

Oh poor, poor, pathetic boy,
The door has now opened.

Let yourself go,
Oh poor pathetic boy.

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