| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - I can not even cry.Yesterday's gone, my life is a waste,How much more do I have to face?The abused turned into the abuser,Who gives a f**k?I am tired, so damned tired,Deep, deep in my soul.Even my bones cry out,To a God who does not hear.Why did He let me come here?So I can be a victim of His torture?Clawing my way through this hell,Just so he can get his laughs?Or is He in such a state of bliss,He is
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