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One day


I've always told myself...

maybe one day, things will change,

now things have changed

i dont have to cry at a young age because im hungry

now im making money,

before i used to get beat up

i would never fight it and i would always stay quiet

i kept to myself and it killed me inside

now i think of what happened back then, and i cant help but cry

as i grew older in Chiraq's warzones i was destined to die

but god gave me a chance to provide

and now im destined to survive...

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Angel51

A quiet kid from Chicago who lives in New Mexico. I dream like there's no tomorrow. I'm harsh because I'm sensitive, Nothing is easy, but I've come to learn, The sun still comes up the next day.

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