Wandering on the streets
smiling , decayed teeths
Pesky rugged ,bad breaths
No one cares , it's my life
How I live , my plight
Horrible scenes, my sights
Awake at night , everyone sleeps
Roams the street, nun to eat
In a haunted house, all terrible dreams
This not the life I chose
But then I've lost my goals
In my dreams, she shows
She's coming back to me
With that Im relieved
Till I feel deceived
all illusion
Fake.
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Awww. Sad, but well written.
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My heart goes out to all children in foster homes or who are orphaned.
Oh wow, this was heartbreaking :(
well written you were made for this
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Is this about your life? Did you grow up as an orphan?
What a description of an orphan of then and maybe even now. Good work and one to make one think on how to help them.