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Tears pour out from the reality I try to hide,.
I can't anymore,
My sisters and brothers died.
I sit in school wondering what if that life was me,
I only got two officers at my school,
Maybe you're proud of me
Who I grew to be
Ingenuity, influenced by your eulogy
Remembering our memories
She waved goodbyr to her mama and scurried skippingly to class. Her mother gave her a half smile and sped off to work, not saying goodbye she was already late. Not knowing this was the last she'd see of her duaghter.
I want to welcome you to the depths of my mind
inside a world you will hardly find...
anything but my trembling thoughts that won't tolerate cosine.
I'm not trying to slam the issues of the city
