poor
i grew up poor and doing whatever to survive , like so many lost inside.you couldnt tell by seeing me that i grew up without sometimes, wondering where id find me.
thinking away the days till the end. thinking the pain and poverty would never end. one day it did but not soon enough. not soon enough , to end to not begin this everlasting pain and dread, that drags on everyday and never goes away but instead chooses to stay.
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