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Jun 27
Let's not forget the way I went homeless
The way I starved day in and day out
How I feared that I wasn't making enough milk for my growing boy
Let us remember the way the cars honked as I walked by with my stroller
The way heads turned to judge and not to help
Let us all know that this was hell
Let us never go back to feeling that low again
Let it never happen
Let it never happen
Let it never happen
your girl b
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your girl b  NYC
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