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Beat The Game
Contributed by
JohnRiley
on
Tuesday, 18th February 2003 @ 11:40:00 PM in AEST
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Screaming. Yelling. "***** you!" "***** this" ... yeah right *****.
--- Thats what I grew up with when I was a kid; 5 than 10 hell I was even a teenager than. Never said nothing; only to my father but than I realized he didnt get a ***** neither. So I started speaking out; let my mind do the talking; tell my 22 year old ***** ass brother that he was a prick --- He went through depression; now look what he gets! Money, a car, the whole anchelotta. Im gonna punch him out sooner or later. Than there's my Mom always yelling at me. Telling me Im so good at baseball even though she never witnessed a damn thing. All she did was get money from my Dad even though she'd use it to get drunk and abuse me real bad. I remember one night, I must of been 8 or 9, she got drunk and told me she was fine. She stood up, fell over a table... coulda died... but hey Im in good nature! I got my Dad he helped her up, she vomits and they walk up to their bed. I end up cleaning it up........ you tell me, is this fair?!
Life is a game
It will never be fair
Keep your head up; beat the game
Maybe than you'll have fame
But if you dont its ok keep trying
Its better than sitting there crying
If you beat the game cherish the fame
It wont be there for long and soon its gone
Copyright ©
JohnRiley
... [
2003-02-18 23:40:00] (Date/Time posted on
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