we are the children who instead of being raised, were always left hungry despite a full plate.
we are the children who had a home that never felt like home, surrounded by family yet still all alone.
we are the children who were forced to grow up too fast, whose mothers used to cry an ocean in our lap.
we are the children who never got to be children at all, who never had loving fathers to catch us when we'd fall.
we are the children who grew up despite all the pain. reaching to the sun, even in the rain.
we are the children who blossomed with broken hearts
💔
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 8:58 PM UTC
we are the children who instead of being raised, were always left hungry despite a full plate.
we are the children who had a home that never felt like home, surrounded by family yet still all alone.
we are the children who were forced to grow up too fast, whose mothers used to cry an ocean in our lap.
we are the children who never got to be children at all, who never had loving fathers to catch us when we'd fall.
we are the children who grew up despite all the pain. reaching to the sun, even in the rain.
we are the children who blossomed with broken hearts
💔
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