they took

they stole they took,

little faces,young smiles,same or different races,

it feels like i've been hit by a earthquake and the ground shook,

darkness always chases.

 

young,small,and not here,

this terrible thing happens to others all the time,

inside of me is fear,

and this isn't okay and this isn't fine.

 

 

 

 

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