Children living in the streets
Cardboard boxes
Under bridges
Children
Abused
Hurting
Scared
They have no one they can trust
Everyone they had trusted
Had let them down
Some emotionally
Some physically
Some in ways I Will not speak
These children are runaways
Running from the evil that haunts them
Running from the society
That has done them wrong
Some children
Instead of running
Choose to take their own lives
For they feel
That no matter what the do
They are trapped
Death is the only escape
Children living in the streets
Cardboard boxes
Under bridges
Chicken
Abused
Hurting
Scared
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
Tuesday, May 8, 2018
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Prace
Peace to you Peace toe Peace to the one living on the street Peace to the working Peace to those unable Peace to to everyone who helps pu...

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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin...
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Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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