third world country
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Growing up is difficult.
Growing up in a third world country is also difficult.
Moving away was hard.
It wasn't easy.
I dont think it'll ever be.
This was born of saturation - a heavinessThat has saddled the heart of heavenThe weight from months of toilOf fury, erstwhile unimaginedNow yielding, by instalmentA tear here, two drops thereWhat was that?
Beating to the core
Towards a betrayed Soul
Being pushed out into a sea
Of blood and grief
And yet no one shows empathy to those Who inhale these deadly blows
