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Jan 2014
We grow with hate
We grow to hate
We hate to grow
The same gets old and change is inevitable
It's supposed to get better as the book of life turns it's page
But everyday I feel te same
Filled with rage
Disengage
There's no pain
We'll at least for my family's sake
Empty place
Empty face
No emotions
I'm ok
Hahahaha no I'm not
Mommy's gone
Daddy too
Family blues have me blue
Next to you I'm 10 feet tall
By myself I'm very small
Stephanie Lopez
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