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Aug 2015
My parents kept me from children who were rough,
Who threw words like stones;
Who wore torn cloths;
And climbed cliffs,
BECAUSE; they were broughted in streets!
I feared more than tigers their muscles like iron,
And i looked another way, pretending to smile,
As I scared from their eyes,
I longed to forgive them,Yet
They never smiled.
my parents were trying to protectΒ Β me from those children who dont have any language to talk;!
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