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Post by Leels on Mar 20, 2021 3:06:01 GMT -5
Maybe I can make this place my home It's not the same back where I'm from But we make the best of our worst mistakes even when they affect our fate
We still hold on though we're stuck in the clouds hoping someday we'll find some holy ground There's too many people with a smiling face. What have I but a chin to raise?
How do I deserve what's next in this town called Happiness?
Mothers screaming up and down the halls. Gunshots fire while their father stalls. That's where I was born and raised in a town called Purple Haze.
How did I end up on top as I watched the other children drop? Should I kneel down for their pain or should I learn to live again?
~Lelia Strait March 20, 2021
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