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I'm getting into rapping, and it feels good to rap about my life and emotions, sharing my work with the world. This rap is made up and metaphorically describes my traumas and my broken mind. It should show you that my pain left me uncaring of my own well-being, that I can rap about things with a cold voice and cold heart. I feel oppressed, too, and I do hope that I can repair myself one day.

#rapmusic #trauma #revenge #ptsd #hiphop

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I was walking around with headphones in my ears. A car sped up, rushing, breaking my bones, colliding full speed, almost like the driver wanted to feed and looked like he didn't know how to read. He sent me flying and didn't stop to help, rushing off with a mad clutch and steer. Later that day, I woke up screaming with doctors around and a worried mother making a wailing and teary sound. They operated, and again I woke up wailing like a person in hell for no reason. My bones and brain felt like gel, almost like it was time for my organs to sell. Looking down, I asked them where the fuck was my leg, telling them to give it back or I'll beat them like an egg. In my wheelchair, headphones in my ears once again, there his car was as the racist lunatic walks into a shop. Grabbing my knife, I popped his 2 left wheels and waited. He got in, ramming his engine and rushing off, oblivious to his car's damage, steering madly to the left, he crashed into a fucking wall, and his car went boom, shrapnel and blood everywhere, and his soul went shoom. I had my revenge smiling, but there's no joy in causing doom. I sat in my room watching the news, and the driver's mother was crying, calling it murder. Changed the channel and didn't bother. I woke up the next day screaming in a prison in Spain, put in there for no apparent reason, vengeance has no real gain. It leaves your soul stained and pained.