Poem -

How the worlds works

Survive

We live in an uncivilised worldĀ 
where its hard to surviveĀ 
running around on the streetsĀ 
all the time
living a life if a lieĀ 
where you have to fightĀ 
to stay aliveĀ 
what did i do to live a life like thisĀ 
what do i do who can turn to
learn to adapt and do what i have to do
To stay alive just like others living life like i do
finding the courage to surviveĀ 
Find a way to be free and all you'll findĀ 
jealousy and envyĀ 
Please free me.

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sparrowsong

Hello Jessica...

What works for some doesn't always work for all...

If you can handle being alone, the Wilderness, Family and friends all turning their backs on you...

Some call it being Black Balled...

You have to crush it or it will crush you...

You walk away without saying anything...

It hurts at first...

But, then you realize...

They needed you more than you needed them...

They don't need you anymore...

What ever reason they have...

They'll come up with something...

They might if take the advice of the Democrats who told them to do it at the Holidays...

They talked about Unity...

Still trying to find anyone who can make that make sense...

One day if you're ready may you see who had or could have head a Team helping you through it all...

You may even wonder...

No really, how did I survive?

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

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Marion

Sad... well written x

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