Get It How You Live

February 6, 2020

Tears fall as I weep

I just wish there was food to eat

I wish we had a place to stay

Hopefully things will be different some day

Too tough to cry

I have to be strong

But everything is going wrong

We're good to people how could this be

Who will cry for the little girl

That lives in me?

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