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Jun 2014
No house to call my own
Sleeping in foreclosed homes
There is no sense in hope
I pray to god to prove hes here
I pray and feel like i cant feel
Sometimes life is too real


And everything you say
They will never hear.
Tyler Vogt
Written by
Tyler Vogt  Louisville
(Louisville)   
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