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Jul 2015
We're the children of the world.
Our voices are toneless
and our bodies, boneless.
Our screams are soft
and, the crying is quiet.
Manners are known,
but often not used
because our views on the world
give us the blues.

They call us reckless, but don't they know?
There's more wreck than less.
Our generation has seen more pain
then they think. 2015-07-15
apollota
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apollota  16/M/Canada
(16/M/Canada)   
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