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Nov 2013
Left, Right,Left, Right,Left, Right
He walks the streets, not the school hallways
Left, Right,Left, Right,Left, Right
His eyes feel heavy, he was starving not wanting to go to the trash cans for meals
Left, Right,Left, Right,Left, Right
There were drunks unconscious and rebel boys drunk with some party girls
Left, Right,Left, Right,Left, Right
His clothes have been dirt covered for months and ripped
Left, Right,Left, Right,Left, Right
He tries his best to avoid fights but sometimes he can't
Left, Right,Left, Right,Left, Right
He wished his parents didn't just kick him out of the house
Left, Right,Left, Right,Left, Right stop.
Sam Lauzon
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Sam Lauzon
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