sheltered life

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In my movie the world seems perfect No violence, no sadness, no discrepancies to detect But then as time fades and life grows The protagonist cowers as the antagonist shows
I dream of having a story to give. I’ve never experienced a drive-by shooting, military recruiting, bank looting. I smell car engines polluting, watch students computing, and listen to Justin Timberlake suiting.
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