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Broke, hungry, and a dry tongue. Who knew life would attack you this young? Ripped sweater and freezing cold. You can't grab a blanket cause it had to be sold. For water and food. Tired and sad is your only mood. Why can't the world be a bit more kinder? She could be in a cardboard box and no one would mind her. Holding a little hand with nothing to say. Because of the cruel world, they may take that little hand away. Our world is ****** and the system is broken. But who cares as long as the rich get a gold token. Who cares, it's only a few. who cares as long as it's not you .
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Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 5:51 AM UTC
Broken
Broke, hungry, and a dry tongue. Who knew life would attack you this young? Ripped sweater and freezing cold. You can't grab a blanket cause it had to be sold. For water and food. Tired and sad is your only mood. Why can't the world be a bit more kinder? She could be in a cardboard box and no one would mind her. Holding a little hand with nothing to say. Because of the cruel world, they may take that little hand away. Our world is ****** and the system is broken. But who cares as long as the rich get a gold token. Who cares, it's only a few. who cares as long as it's not you .
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Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 5:51 AM UTC
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