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The struggle is real they say.. But I've never seen it any other way. I've seen rape and torture and sexual abuse... I've seen neglect, been abandoned and robbed of my youth.
To Humanity, He walks outside to the rising sun The sky’s golden rays like paint. A brisk winter wind blows The chilling breath is faint.
Bleeding cries pulled tight with worn out laces Black-white-brown-grey hands weep red against the noise; Malice wears down buckled knees, thrashed faces
You would rather settle for less? Another night on the screen answers yes You couldnt keep from wondering eyes Your mouth was filled with lies What was your thought about me?
She was everything her mother had dreamed of