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I’ve seen too many people die. Homicides, mothers cry, my own people swatted like flies.
I hear the music play:
A loud chorus, a strong voice. Funnily enough, I am the chorus;But I am the strong voice too?
Are you souless?
Do you care?
I have a soul,
at least I think.
A remenaberable Burn
once told me that,
"The eyes are the
windows to the soul."
I'll always remenber
That
I don't ask for much,
I don't expect much either,
Not from you anyway,
All I really want
Need
From you is
Your acceptance.
Am I asking too much?
Because you're making it
Seem so.
