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Just a poem...
Looking back on my child hood I don't remember any good We had no money. We had no food It wasn't safe to play in my neighborhood Parents constantly fighting Had me resorting to writing Sneaking out at night I would hustle and fight I was too cool for school Witnessed my best friend lose in a gun duel Committed crime after crime now I'm doing the time |
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Your doing Mingle time,,,makin rhyme..
Nice read man... |
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Nice write :)
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Enjoyed it I think allot about my upbringing and the different life now. Very different form my kid. this brings allot to me. TY
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Powerful write
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What if you came home one day
just to find everything taken away What if you had no place to sleep and no place to weep What if all you gained was gone would give up or would you move on |
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i'm a survivor. even when life has dealt me a bad hand and i let
it take me over for awhile, i always find a way out. life is too precious, people in my life are too important. there's always something, however small, that you can hold on to that gives you the kick is the arse you need to start appreciating your life, again. |
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What if you came home one day just to find everything taken away What if you had no place to sleep and no place to weep What if all you gained was gone would give up or would you move on Giving up has never been an option for me. |
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