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Feb 2016
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 ******, 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 .
Syreena Phelps
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Syreena Phelps  23/F
(23/F)   
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   ---, Little Bear and Got Guanxi
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