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Silent Cries


It is funny how one can leave many of this world in a wallow Is reality really that hard to swallow Would you rather die with pride And just look aside As poverty and pain arise It is miraculous how one can turn away And ACT like everything is ok Is it ok? When one's virtue is forcefully taken No! Many refuse to deny the denial The drift in their own world for awhile In one very moment guilt arises From the deep thoughts of "what if" To the phrase "I should of" But the pain is still there It has never faired Her cries mean nothing to such society here
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