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Sep 2016
I was born in the ghetto.
Raised up on the streets
only dependant on me.
My father was a drunk.
My mother was a punk.
You see society is always looking down on me.
Everyone sees me as a mistake.
Plain as blank page.
They dont know the pain.
They want me to give
But what can I give
When I've alredy
Given up.
Written by
Danyelle  A place
(A place)   
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   Doug Potter
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