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Broken

by reenadaisy

Broke, hungry, and a dry tongue. Who knew life would attack you this young? Ripped sweater and freezing cold. You can't grab a blanket cause it had to be sold. For water and food. Tired and sad is your only mood. Why can't the world be a bit more kinder? She could be in a cardboard box and no one would mind her. Holding a little hand with nothing to say. Because of the cruel world, they may take that little hand away. Our world is fucked, and the system is broken. But who cares as long as the rich get a gold token. Who cares, it's only a few. who cares as long as it's not you .
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Written by
reenadaisy
28 / F
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Written by
reenadaisy
28 / F
Published
Feb 10, 2016
Time
1m
Tags
#broken#sad#depression#world#america#poor#broke#stressed#distressed
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