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Misery's son

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Living as a thief,
Streaming through streets of poverty,
Wondering the universe to find the answer.
In every street , every corner , all is forgotten
Dreams are shattered from the beginning .
The beginning can never start with an end;
Robbery was the way of life,
The thought of living meant to die,
Seeing joy run around the world as one person sits and cries.
Running away from the truth just makes the stitches rip apart.
Being rich is but being an outsider,
While the poor is an immigrant.
They question themselves to find the answer;
The fire that burns, the rage of madness in their soul.
How can I live? Why am I here?
What is the difference between life & death?
The shadow of the misfortunes souls have not been passed on
Death is the only peace.





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andshesfearless said...
Jul. 29, 2010 at 10:21 pm
this is really deep, but amazing writing!
 
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