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Aug 2013
For the kids with lonely days
the one's without a shoulder to cry on
                                                a razor to cut with
                                                or a hand to hold
For the kids that lost love yesterday
with no hope for tomorrow
For the kids who stand out in a crowd
because the black cloud isn't welcome
For the kids with broken families
the ones that don't care
                                understand
                 ­               or know
For the kids that grew up too quickly
but didn't mature
For the ones with too many insecurities
to go further
For the kids that don't believe it,
and for the one's that just don't care
Life gets better,
once you get there.
Copyright © 2013 by Samantha Beckman

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Sam Beckman
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Sam Beckman  27/Bigender/Denver, CO
(27/Bigender/Denver, CO)   
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