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Through my own eyes


What I see is not what you see 

I see little kids in the streets 

who are not drug- free

I see mentally ill

who are are very in need

I see starving people 

that no one else sees

Going crazy inside

wanting to cry 

They need our help 

They need our help 

Am I the only one that cares 

Am I they only one that can make a change 

How? 

How should I start?

Or should I also pretend to be blind...

 

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