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A bang, a crash, a darkness.
All the time I see my mind in motion. Racing through my head I picture my perfect escape.
It’s like a game we used to play before we had to flee.
I feel my life is a storybook, picked at and changed and that has been around through the tuff
the ghetto
the hardships.
The rips, and the pain, the solomness and crying yourself to sleep.
All alone my life I’ve always been alone. I lost my mom, my pa, my sister. All taken by disease.





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