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Feb 2019
I have just one pair of worn shoes
But this once I don't mind
We are throwing away the time and the letters in a hole
There's no time to play, we are hurry to grow up
My shoes have a lot of holes, they are so big that all my dreams had scaped, my dreams were shed...
The tears water the garden
Mom is crying
I don't have money
I don't have love
I'm hungry and I'd rather enter to my home
Out is cold, inside is worse,
But I prefer smile with my worn shoes and hold on...
Frida Rodriguez
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Frida Rodriguez  15/F/Mexico
(15/F/Mexico)   
116
   Juneau
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