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May 2018
Change starts from within,
but what is there?
A bunch of junk;
Thoughts that have no meaning,
Demons i cant let go,
love i don't know how to give.
Hope.
The world defeats  me with everything it has.
Hurt, Pain, Anger, Violence.
I want to fall and cry for those
who are trapped in this poverty of hell.
But i can not,
i will not.
I will change this world,
while i change myself in it.
Written by
yours truly  14/F/United States
(14/F/United States)   
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