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Apr 2017
You say you see
a small bustling town
a great place to raise a family
somewhere to settle down
to start anew
You ask me don't I just love this place
Doesn't it ease my heart
You tell me that this place must be better from where I came
Better than a city
where mothers sell and steal anything they can
just so they can feel alive again
for maybe just one more hour
A small Sweet town like this
Must be better than a city
where fathers have no boundaries on what they take
from their children
Because In a city you get beat by the ones you love
I must love living in a safe town like this
where I'm safe from probing hands and peering eyes


But may I tell you this.
This town is no different
The children, they still find every flaw
and they will push you till you fly
It's no different! Little girls,
They still have to hide behind locked doors
So the older brother stops this beating.
In this town, Men will still be shot in the bar parking lot
The lost ones will still be weeping,
as they sink deeper into their addiction

This small busy town is no breath of air
You still get sent to a hospital when you show signs of breaking
that or one day you don't wake up.
Maybe you don't see it the way I can
But this town that adopted me,
It's no different from the city I was born.
Abigail Night
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Abigail Night  18/F/LOST
(18/F/LOST)   
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   Lior Gavra
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