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Dominik.

Teenagers I don't understand, I sound like my old man. They say its the hormones ; I dissagreee. For those not blind its plain to see. You hang around with the wrong boys from town, you follow them around and around. with other people your o.k, what did we do to make you this way. The lack of respect you show your mum, she gave you life, our beloved son. Six years you were on your own, then along came Jerome. since that day things changed in you, no longer number one, I think thats when it began. now your going your own way, I wish you luck every day.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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