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Jul 2015
The kids I loved the most
Had become an  evil
Oh life what did I do?
There is no a place to go
My soul cried so hard
My Blister heart
Have no rest
I’m weak and powerless
This place makes me sick
I’ve no a power to speak
Every day, I’m frighten
I’m left by myself alone
I’m scared of them
Their action tortures me
From inside and out
While I was crying,
I Prayed to God
I told Him everything was alright
I just feel unwanted and unloved
So take me away If I don’t belong in this world
If I die and leave from their sight,
The kids I loved the most,
Wouldn’t they be happy at last?
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