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Jul 2014
Parents shield young child eyes
As elders clutch their beating chests
These people look at us and think
"Punks"
"Burn-outs"
"Delinquents"
"Youths"

"Always causing trouble where ever
they go"
I'm not a bad kid, honestly,
I'm just playing your part
When I'm with my girls, we're always trouble
Sydney Forma
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Sydney Forma  23/F
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