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Common Abusers

Ha, abusers. I laugh at the name. But all that laughing ends, When its time to play their game. Yep, abusers seem heartless. Nothing seems to stop them. Now stop and listen up To this non-melancholic hymn Why abusers are young adults. It’s time to expose their identity. You’d be quite surprised about What they use as an entity. Seems abusers are powered From the distress they create. It’s usually unfathomable how they do it, But once I’m done, you can relate. Ever knocked over a roach, Watched it squirm on it’s back? Or struck a squirrel with a rock, And slowly, it’s life, began to lack? Abusers play that dirty game, The animals they harm are humans. And now, time to tell the mass That creates all of this confusion. Most abusers are young adults, Teenagers that got it all. Even those creepy older people, That likes to see people fall. Hear me out, That’s the truth. Don’t go running and telling that to your youth.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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