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Held back by the chains of poverty, As you walk aimlessly around The people around you flying freely through the mischievous ways of life, without a care in the world, and you realize you are alone. No money, no home.
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Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 8:45 PM UTC
Alone
Held back by the chains of poverty, As you walk aimlessly around The people around you flying freely through the mischievous ways of life, without a care in the world, and you realize you are alone. No money, no home.
ladanegeh
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Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 8:45 PM UTC
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