childsoldiers
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Get your own big chair.
I think it has been long overdue.
You should just grow some beard hair,
and buy some new fucking shoes.
Those words will never be spoken now,
we're head over heels in shame,
If Happiness Were a Nightmare
The stars gaze down upon him
His eyes stare back in a mutual relationship
Sleep no longer grants him rest
Children fall one by one
Their fate bring them into a dramatic stop
Many children are at risk
They don't have nothing
They only have themselves
They live in a world of violence
The welling tears form a layer of haze from the outer to inner corners.
I hold my breath hoping that the liquid will recede like a wave returning to its base from shore.