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harry ride Sep 2014
as I lay on the ground all tatterd and useless
as people walk by not seeing or caring
my bruise grow bigger as my heart grows smaller
for who is left to care for the worthless ******* the street
my parents disowned me
my friend betrayd me
I lie all a lone as the snow glides down
i  tremble and shiver in the cold
no one that loved me anoth to warm me
the cloud that i make with my very last breath
flys away to the stars and to a much better place
i wath as it gose leaving me to die all wortless and young

now i'm a sight to dehold with my tears of ice and my lips of blue
my dress of frost and my lack of shoes i wonder the streets unknowen to man and for those that rember my face they do not care for the worthless ******* the street

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