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Jan 2013
To My Eyes Humanity Is Evil,
To My Eyes I Perfer Them Shut,
To My Eyes My Parents Are The Enemy,
To My Eyes The Tears I Shed Hurt,
To My Eyes I Wish The World Was Different.
But Why So I See This?
Maybe I Am Afraid ToRealize The Good,
When Everything I Know Is Bad.
boldHow Can I Change The World When No One Wants To Die?
Written by
Becka Estrada  United States
(United States)   
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